“Could I hold you for a lifetime? Could I look into your eyes? Could I have this night, to share this night together? Could I hold you close beside me? Could I hold you for all time? Could I, could I have this kiss forever…” [1]

~*~
Chapter 3: Illegal[2]

“Oh please!” you hear Lady Sif whisper to your right as you both watch Thor walking down the long stretch of roaring people during the opening ceremony.

“What did you expect? Thor was always one for theatrics, just look at him strut.” you smirked just as the other woman warrior turns to look at you and you both shared a suppressed giggle behind your hands.

It was a time of joyous merriment! One where Prince Thor’s birthright was to be announced as well as given the sacred promise to look after all the realms once he was crowned King.

Turning your face up to your left, Loki was standing next to you, though he didn’t look happy at all, in fact he looked quite grim. You feel your brows furrow and he now met your eyes, “What’s wrong?” you mouthed to him silently, he only shook his head gently then turns his face away from you.

At that point something felt off, Loki wasn’t usually this somber there was something weighing on his mind and you knew that it did, something in your gut was telling you this was true. However, you once again return your attention back to the ceremony at play; Thor was now down on one knee before the King, his mighty hammer Mjolnir resting before his bended knee as though he cradled it gently.

King Odin began his speech after delivering a swift bang of his staff to silence the buzz of excited voices that filled the throne room. You stood in your place proudly, hands resting at ease by your sides; your sword in its scabbard pressing against your right angel bone, ready when needed be.[3]

“Do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?”

“I swear.”

“Do you swear to preserve the peace?”

“I swear.”

Do you swear,” King Odin chose his words carefully though deliberately, “to cast aside all selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the Realms?”

“I swear!”

You gently snort at that to which you quickly cover it by bringing a closed fist up to your mouth and cough to cover it up.

“Apologies…” you mutter and feel your cheeks heat instantly.

You then feel the back of a hand gently tap at your left hand. You couldn’t help but feel the growing smirk that now lifts your lips and flexes into a smug smile.

“Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you--” The Allfather pauses as though he had lost his train of thought. His one good eye scanned the facility of the room or so you thought he did until you hear him say the words, “The Frost Giants.”

Immediately you reach behind your right side, gripping the hilt of your sword to unsheathe it while you look around the room; your senses on high alert. You weren’t the only one that jumped into attack mode as the other warriors as well as the guards around you brandished his and her own weapon of choice.

King Odin banged his staff once more before calling upon both of his sons to his side. They quickly and silently obeyed as the three royal men hurriedly walk down the long stretch and out of the throne room.

What in the name of the Nine just happened? That’s what you wanted to know.

~*~

Later, after word had gone around the palace that the Frost Giants had been subdued by the Destroyer, you along with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three begin to walk into the private banquet hall until you hear a ferocious growl alongside a spectacular sounding crash. While walking into the golden hall, you are greeted with a view of the largest banquet table completely turned over as though someone deliberately tossed it while its contents continue to carelessly spill all over the floor.

“What’s this?” you hear Volstagg ask with a disdained expression upon seeing some of the excellent spread strewn across the floor in shambles.

“I didn’t become a warrior so then I could be someone else’s Wet Nurse,” you say pointedly though skeptically as you gesture to the mess with a finger.

Lady Sif gently smacks you on the shoulder with the back of her hand for your comment,
“What? I didn’t!” you say defensively while taking a red apple from one of the other tables and bite into it.

You then hear both Princes speaking secretly to one another until Thor gave his brother a significant look followed by a lopsided grin.

“No, no, no. I know that look!” you turn to see Loki sitting stiffly on the stairs while a new shine brightens the cool blues of Thor’s eyes. Oh… this wasn’t going to end well…

“That’s the only way to ensure the safety of our boarders.”

“Thor it’s madness.”

“Madness?” Volstagg queried after helping himself to some bread, cheese and grapes on a wooden slab, “What sort of madness?”

“Volstagg don’t engage…” you say with a sigh of annoyance while taking another bite of apple and reaching for some of the cheese the larger man had prepared.

“We’re going to Jotunheim.”

“What?” Volstagg questions with a laugh.

You and the other warriors freeze to stare at Thor incredulously, it was as though he had grown a second head, “I agree with Loki,” you swallow the bite apple in your mouth, “it is madness!”

“This isn’t like a journey to Earth,” Fandral began and proceeded to slowly walk toward the elder Prince, “where you can summon a little lightning and thunder where the mortals worship you as a god. This is Jotunheim.”

“My father fought his way into Jotunheim, defeated their armies and took their Casket. We would simply be looking for answers.” Thor said it so simply and it was as though he had it all plan out perfectly in his head.

This wasn’t a treaty where one could talk civilly with these creatures, this was a suicide mission.

“And how many lives were lost along the way?” you asked and you look around at your small group then gesture to them with your arms spread out, “We are but seven!”

“It is forbidden!” agreed Lady Sif, Thor merely chuckled dismissively at both your words and hers.

“My friends, have you forgotten all that we’ve done together?” Thor was grinning brilliantly and approaches you all with open arms, “Fandral, Hogun, who led you into the most glorious of battles?”

“You did…” Hogun mumbled then looks away slightly, Thor walks on.

“Volstagg! To delicacies so succulent, you thought you’d died and gone to Valhalla?” the blond Prince asks to the hungriest of the warriors while placing his hand on the other man’s shoulder the way brother’s in arms usually did.

“You did,” he grins and chuckles along with Thor.

“Yes!” Thor shouts jubilantly and he moves over to both you and Lady Sif, “And who proved wrong all those who scoffed at the idea that not one but two, incandescently capable young maidens could become two of the fiercest warriors this realm has ever known?”

Both you and Sif exchange skeptical looks until you answer with one hand on your hip, your other hand, which now held the half eaten apple, you use to gesture between you and Lady Sif, “I believe we both did,” you say, just as Sif wears a smirk which it grew into a smug looking smile, her arms folds across her chest and you could both see the look of perplexity on Thor’s face.

“True, but I supported the pair of you.” Though it was true that he did it still didn’t make what he was planning to do any more appropriate or wise.

Turning around you look at Loki who had been silent throughout the entire exchange between you, Thor and the other warriors.

“Say something!” you mouth slowly at Loki while Thor had his back turned from you all.

“What do I say?” Loki mouthed back while having a conflicted look of panic in his eyes.

“Anything to make him stop!” you mouth back and shake your head to imply that Loki should do whatever it took to convince Thor not to go through with this driving plan of his.

“My friends, we are going to Jotunheim.”

It was decided.

~*~

You knew your brother wouldn’t mind you borrowing his horse for a while at least but had he known what you were about to become deeply involved in, he would have skinned your hide after tanning it.

“It will be alright Hrani,” you murmur to the gallant beast and you pet at his mane after mounting his back, “I will have you home in no time at all,” you promise then click your tongue and gently tap at his hind quarters for him to move with your heels.

Soon the seven of you were galloping off on your horses along the Bifrost until at last you’ve manage to reach the gate where Heimdall, the Guardian of the Gate stood silently and proudly, his sword key before him. Oh thank the Nine! In your panic you had forgotten about the Keeper of the Gate, surely he would prevent you all from passing toward your deaths.

Dismounting your horses quietly, you gently pat then rub Hrani on the jaw giving him a silent farewell, he nickered in reply. It would be seconds until this so called “treaty” would come to a stop then you can all return to the palace to eat and drink in recompense.

That is of course until you all stand before the Keeper of the Gate.

“Leave this to me,” Loki smirks and walks before Heimdall, “Good Heimdall—“ Loki began politely until the Keeper of the Gate interrupted him.

“You’re not dressed warmly enough.”

“I’m sorry?” Loki asked innocently.

“Do you think that you can deceive me?”

Loki chuckles in that charming way, “You must be mistaken—“

“Enough!” now it was Thor’s turn to interrupt his brother and he steps over to stand between him and the Keeper of the Gate, “Heimdall may we pass?”

You felt adrenaline pulsate in your chest and spread down your arms and tights, igniting every nerve in your body. This was not happening; Heimdall CANNOT allow you all to pass[4].

“Never has an enemy slipped my watch until this day.” Heimdall spoke in that rich tenor growl, his eyes shifted from one Prince to the other, “I wish to know how that happened.”

“Then tell no one where we have gone until we’ve returned. Understand?”

He then moves past him which then gives you and the other warriors incentive to follow the future King of Asgard. However, both you and Loki continue to stand in your places until you hear Volstagg say snidely, “What happened? Silver tongue turn to lead?”

You hear Hogun and Fandral laugh along with Volstagg at the remark. You purse your lips with
annoyance then walk up next to Loki.

You reach over and held onto his hand with yours, he turns to look into your eyes, “This will not end well you know this and yet you continue to say nothing.” you release his hand and as your own feet carry you into the large bronze spherical room you were shaking your head with disappointment until at last you met up with the rest of the awaiting group of warriors.

Heimdall walks up to the platform and lowers his sword key into the slot to activate the Bifrost. The machine whirled to life and you felt as if as though someone punches you in the gut. This cannot be happening! This must have been some horrible dream too traumatizing for you to wake up from.

“Be warned, I will honor my sworn oath to protect this realm as its Gatekeeper. If your return threatens the safety of Asgard, Bifrost will remain closed to you and you’ll be left to die in the cold waste of Jotunheim.” Heimdall spoke loudly and clearly over the roar of the opening gate, there would be no going back once the portal to the ice world was open and you all step through.

“Couldn’t you just leave the bridge open for us?” Volstagg asked hoping against all hope that Heimdall was simply speaking dramatically.

You face palm at that question and groan.

“To leave the bridge open would unleash the full power of the Bifrost and destroy Jotunheim with you upon it.”

“I have no plans to die today!” you could hear the grin on Thor’s face and for once in your life you never had the desire to pummel him into the ground so vigorously until just then.

“Then what are we doing here?” you whisper anxiously to yourself until you feel a hand reaching out and taking yours with theirs.

Turning you see Loki watching you with a tiny smile on his smooth lips, you return the smile with one of your own and gave his hand a little squeeze before dropping it and look straight ahead at the opening glowing portal.

Heimdall lowers the sword key and activates the portal causing you to shoot forward faster than the speed and travel of light and sound. The roar of the noise was endless as you all travel and finally spiral downward toward the expansive icy planet. It was beautiful from what you managed to see, a realm of whites and blues not at all like the warm brilliance of Asgard.

The moment you all landed you take a look around and the cold finally hits you. You then recall Heimdall mentioning how little you all were dressed for this realm; he was right. Jotunheim was nothing but a barren wasteland of ice and snow. There was no light that could be seen, just endless night and a dark cold.

“We shouldn’t be here.” Hogun says softly while looking around at the ice covered archway before the group.

“No we shouldn’t,” you mutter and take another look around, “we should be back at home getting stuffed and plastered with food and drink.”

“Cheers to that!” Volstagg grins at your idea.

“And women,” added Fandral with a charming smile of his own.

You roll your eyes and make a sound of utter disgust.

“Let’s move,” mumbles Thor as he then begins to lead your little expedition through the chilly
world.

Your group continues to walk, trudging against the cold and the ice while taking in the terrifying silence of it. As you breathe you can see the small puffs of breath leaving your lips while a tall dark looking tower approaches your view. It was so hard to see with what little light you all found until you find a vast circular clearing.

“Where are they?” Sif asks just as you all walk closer to the clearing.

“Hiding, as cowards always do.” Thor replies just as he steps up to a rounded clearing of ice and rock.

“You’ve come a long way to die, Asgardians.” Your eyes widened as you hear the low, growling like voice addressing your group.

“I am Thor Odinson.” Thor called loudly and clearly enough to be heard.

“We know who you are,” the same voice spoke dismissively.

“How did your people get into Asgard?”

There was a pause follow by a rattling, exhaling breath and you could see the Frost Giant who had been sitting on what look like a black ice throne, his large body turns and you could see the blood red eyes staring toward you, “The House of Odin is full of traitors.”

“DO NOT DISHONOR MY FATHER’S NAME WITH YOUR LIES!” Thor bellowed and raises his hammer over his head threateningly.

It frightened you just how quickly the creature that was once sitting rose to its feet and towered over your small group of seven, “Your father is a murderer and a thief! And why have you come here? To make peace? You long for battle, you crave it. You’re nothing but a boy trying to prove himself a man.”

You gulp silently still staring up at the giant blue creature until you began to feel many more of those blood red eyes watching you. Slightly raising your head you began to see many of the giant creatures surrounding your group, there were so many and you wondered just how many of them were going to fall by your sword.

You may not want to be here, but you certainly weren’t going to go down without a proper fight.

“Well this “boy” has grown tired of your mockery.” Thor continued to argue with the monster while it became apparent that the creatures around you began to create ice like weapons down their arms.

They were wicked sharp looking ice blades and claws and you began to feel your hands tingle not by the cold but in preparation to draw your sword for the pending battle.

You see Loki trying to coax Thor into retreating, finally pleading with him to withdraw but Thor seemed too stubborn and full of pride to back down now until it seemed that Loki has finally convince his brother into returning home. Laufey allows you all passage now that a battle wouldn’t take place, “Go now, while I still allow it.”

“We will accept your most gracious offer,” you hear Loki addressing the guard slowly approaching them, most likely he is Laufey’s second in command for the markings that cascaded down his body as well as the ice armor he wore.

The guard nods at Loki’s proper address and begins to watch both of the Princes walk off, until you see a cruel smile lifting his wicked looking features, “Run back home little princess,” the creature growled in a condescending tone.

Thor stops dead in his tracks, as did Loki.

Your eyes roll shut and bite your lips knowing what was to follow, “Damn.” You hear Loki say and you wince upon hearing the impacting sound of metal meeting cold flesh. Blast it all!

The brawl commences immediately after that and you withdraw your long sword from your scabbard behind you. Charging toward the nearest Frost Giant, you slice at the large blue chest and you could see a burst of blue green blood splashing from the cut, you then proceeded down the line dodging and attacking your enemies.

You didn’t want to be here, you shouldn’t have to be fighting for your lives and the lives of your friends; this served for what purpose? Childish greed and pride? Stupid, this was stupid and pointless!

Looking over your shoulder you could see Fandral in trouble as one giant much larger than the ones you had been fighting against, blocks the path between the bearded blond warrior and his weapon.

“FANDRAL!” you cry out his name and you slice at the Frost Giant’s back. While the creature was distracted the Swordsman pierces the blue chest with his sword; a river of blue and green fatally pours from the wound. Then it all happened so fast that you did not see it until you saw the ice that tears at the Swordsman’s shoulder was spike red with blood.

Fandral cries out and you rush over to help him, Volstagg and Hogun were right behind you as you free your comrade. The moment that Volstagg lifts Fandral up over his shoulder was when Laufey called upon the Frost Beast which seemed to have been sleeping until the ice had been cracked away.

“Fall back!” you shout over the roar of the battle and begin to make a run for it, swiping your sword against any enemy that stood in your way.

You kept running; there wasn’t any time to look back as thoughts of your parents and your brother all waiting for you at home flooded your mind. You didn’t want to die today, that much was certain; you wanted to be home in your mother’s kitchen, listening to stories told by both your father and brother. Right now you would give anything to hear how your brother gutted the Bilgesnipe monster. Blood, guts and glory included.

‘It won’t end like this, we’re going to get home, it will be alright. We are going to make it, we are going to make it!’ you chanted silently in your mind until you all reach a cliff.

“Heimdall!” Hogun shouted, “Open the bridge!”

Your eyes widened as you saw the gigantic paw of the Frost Beast pull itself up onto its hind legs and roared down menacingly at you. The Frost Beast was a creature unlike anything you’ve ever seen or fought against in all your life as a warrior and you knew deep inside that this was going to be messy.

Just as the creature opened its jaws once more you see a pummeling mass of flying red shooting into the mouth of the beast and exit the back of the head. The beast falls over dead, a large gaping hole could be seen right through it as it falls off the side of the cliff.

Thor landed swiftly before you all, “Oh thank the Nine.” You breathe out not realizing that you were even holding your breath.

Suddenly you were all surrounded by the vast quantities of Frost Giants and just when you thought that your life was about to end did Heimdall reopen the Bifrost with a bright roaring and thundering crash. However instead of being sucked into the portal, the Allfather arrived while mounted on his mighty horse Sleipnir[5].

“Father! We’ll finish this together!” Thor cheered while holding up his hammer proudly toward his father.

“Silence!” hisses the Allfather then turns to address the King of the Frost Giants.

You couldn’t hear what they spoke of, for they kept their words soft and between each other until Laufey was about to attack the Allfather. That was when Odin raises his staff and sends out a jolt of hot white light, temporarily blinding and tossing back the Frost King.

You then feel the Bifrost sucking you into its warm light and back toward the World Eternal.
The moment you set foot in the golden room did the fighting between Thor and the Allfather commence, it was far too much to bear but at least you were all home and alive, that was all that mattered at this point.

“Why did you bring us back?”

“Do you realize what you’ve done? What you’ve started?”

“I was protecting my home.”

“You cannot even protect your friends! How do you hope to protect a kingdom?!”

The Allfather looks toward your group of five now, Volstagg and Hogun carried Fandral between them, you and Lady Sif walk side by side silently behind them, “Get him to the Healing Room now!” he bellowed as the five of you begin to scuttle away toward the golden palace.

You sneak a look back over at Loki who watches you walk away, until you turn from his gaze to continue to walk silently with your brothers and sister in arms down the Bifrost.

Hrani was gone as were the other horses which could only mean that someone had come to retrieve them while you were in Jotunheim. Damn. Damn. Damn. DAMN!

~*~

Later after learning from Loki that Thor had been banished from Asgard and into another world you and your friends spoke privately in one of the many parlors reserve for those of high status.[6]

You were standing close to the large open windows, taking in the gorgeous sight of the city during the night. Its many glowing and twinkling lights until your eyes look up into the equally breathtaking sky above your head.

“We should never have let him go.”

You take in a deep breath and sigh slowly at the words.

“There was no stopping him,” you hear Lady Sif say to Volstagg who had started the conversation.

“Well at least he’s only banished, not dead. Which is what we’d all be if that guard hadn’t told
Odin where we’d gone.” Fandral mentioned, joining in on the conversation.

“How did that guard even know?” Volstagg asked again after Hogun had rubbed a salve of medicinal ointment to his friend’s almost frostbitten arm.

“I told him,” Loki answered softly.

You turn your head to look at him. So that was it. That’s why he chose not to do or say anything when you were all at the Bifrost.

“What?” Fandral asked and turns from his seating place to look at the younger Prince.

“I told him to go to Odin after we left. He should be flogged for taking so long.” Loki sniffs
remorselessly as all eyes now turn to stare at him.

“We should have never reached Jotunheim! You told the guard?” Volstagg asked outraged by this turn of events.

“I saved our lives,” Loki spoke softly again, “and Thor’s. Though I had no idea that Father would banish him for what he did.”

“Loki,” Sif stood up from her own sitting place and now stood before him, “You must go to the Allfather and convince him to change his mind,”

“And if I do, then what?”

You could no longer keep your tongue for as much as you wanted to tell them all that “you told them so” the conversation had turned in a different direction. Just as you opened your mouth to voice your thoughts were you interrupted by Loki.

“I love Thor more dearly than any of you, but you know what he is. He is arrogant, and reckless and most of all dangerous. You saw how he was today, now is that what Asgard needs from its King?” he walks off swiftly and dismissively, Sif follows close behind him until she stopped and you watch him opening the door then shut it behind him.

“He may speak for the good of Asgard, but he’s always been jealous of Thor.”

Your eyes narrowed as you turn your full attention to the other woman warrior, “Just what are you implying?” you say without a second thought.

The three men now sport uneasy looks at one another until Volstagg clears his throat while looking from you to Sif, “We should be grateful to him, he saved our lives.”

You smirk at Sif and nod at the burly ginger man’s words.

“Laufey said that there were traitors in the House of Odin. A master of magic could bring three Jotuns into Asgard.”

“Careful for how you speak Hogun,” you say dangerously and shift your eyes over to the grim looking man, “Loki is not a traitor.” You didn’t like where this conversation was spiraling toward or the implication your fellow warriors were making.

“Loki’s always been one for mischief that we can all agree,” argues Fandral who now stands and walk over to your side, he then places a hand on your shoulder, “but you’re all talking about something else entirely.”

There was a gentle rap at the door followed by the sound of the door opening.

“__________?” you hear your mother’s voice say as she entered the room with a wash cloth that she was currently using to dry her hands with and then rests it over her shoulder, “Your father wishes to speak with you,”

Your whole body flinches and you bite your lips to suppress the curse you were about to shout, “My friends I shall make my leave of you. I will meet you at dinner.”

Excusing yourself from the room you walk over to your mother who seemed to have wanted to say something to you as well, but she held her tongue. Perhaps she would speak to you after your father did.

“Pay her no mind __________’s always had a soft spot for the Mischief Maker.” You hear Volstagg say rather loudly just as you departed the room.

Gluttonous oaf.

~*~

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR HEAD?!”

Who knew that you could die (well nearly die) twice in one day?

“I’m sorry father I—“

“No excuses, your behavior has none!”

You remain silent in your place and you did not dare to look at your father in his eyes, “Tell me something girl,” you always hated when your father began to question you with this expression, “What exactly went through your mind after you agreed to go on this seven men expedition to the Ice Kingdom?”

“Actually father I was quite against it, I honestly thought we would not make it past Heimd—“

SMACK.

You feel the burning rush of blood rising over your right cheek from where your father had struck you. You feel tears pricking in your eyes but you refuse to allow one drop to fall.

You hear your father sigh with exasperation as you held your position, your eyes continue not to meet with his and you no longer speak to him unless spoken to.

“You should consider yourself lucky that the Allfather has seen past your poor judgment and will allow you to continue to be a warrior in his court.”

“Yes father,” you speak gently and politely even though you were raging inside.

“Viggo is waiting for you in the stables; he wishes to talk to you as well. He wasn’t at all pleased that you took Hrani without his permission.” As though he regretted being so forceful with you, he now places that heavy hand he had hit you with upon your now tender cheek. You close your eyes briefly feeling the buzzing pain of it until you feel both of his hands on your cheeks and then feel his lips kissing your forehead.

“I’m sorry my darling,” he whispers against your forehead, “I am more angry at myself that I wasn’t there to stop you. As your father I am duty bound to protect you so long as I live and breathe.”

“Yes father,” you murmur and bite your lips to keep the threatening tears to spill down your cheeks.

“Go on, get out of my sight.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice as you headed out of the room and walk into the direction of the stables.

~*~

You walk toward the stables despondently; you hate when your father got the way that he did. For once it wasn’t your fault! Things just got out of hand and as Loki had mentioned before they shouldn’t have made it past the Bifrost! By the Nine… gingerly, you touch at the spot where your father had hit you; it still stung a bit. However, he knew whatever he had done to you, Viggo’s punishment was going to be worst, especially when it involved Hrani. As you turned the corner, there was your brother grooming his horse, making sure he was okay. Your brother raised Hrani since he was just a foal and was very protective of him. You were a bit envious; you love Hrani too so then why did Viggo get to have all the fun of riding him?

“Sister,” you cringed just as you approached him from 20 feet away, you and he both knew that when he calls you by that, you were in big trouble.

“Please don’t start with me, Viggo…”

“The hell I won’t,” he said and slightly turns to look at you, his eyes filled with disappointment, “You could have been killed! Thank Odin that he reached all of you in time before anything drastic happened!”

“If anything, THEY should be happy I even went with them!” you counter while glaring at him.

“And to make matters worse, you left poor Hrani to die!” your bother’s attention goes back to his horse as he continues to groom him.

“I didn’t mean to do that Viggo! It just happened and damn if we had brought all the horses with us then they would have died!”

“You shouldn’t have gone in the first place! Why were you acting so reckless and selfish to begin with!” he turns around so that you were both face to face with one another.

“I was not selfish and I was careful!”

“So careful you got cocky and almost killed. Do you have any idea how father, mother and I would have felt if something happened to you?!”

You were taken back a bit. You could see it in his eyes, Viggo in his own right was a strong warrior and could fight circles around some of the elite in the army and even you but he was still as gentle as ever when it came to you. Your rage now turns to guilt and you turn your look down to watch your feet.

“Sorry,” you mumble and you hear he sigh above you then you feel his fingers in your hair as he ruffles it affectionately.

“It’s okay now. You’re alive and here and that’s all that matters to me,” he lifts you face up gently to touch and inspect your cheek, “I see father expressed his thoughts on the subject.”
“Aye, that he did,” you wince slightly.

“Can you blame him? You’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t be careful,”

“I--” you looked at him and furrow your eyebrows.

“You weren’t acting carefully you were cocky and indifferent. Don’t go showing off in front of the other warriors. You are a warrior to the AllFather, you have nothing to prove. It only shows them that you are a reckless warrior with something to prove and I’ll be damned if my sister is seen or dubbed as that,” you grin by his words.

“Yeah, love you too, brother,” he snorts and hugged you tightly.

“Just don’t leave Hrani about like that. And next time ASK before you take,”

“It was short notice and Hrani is the best,”

“Of course he is, he’s my horse after all,” you both laughed and a bit as a servant girl emerges from the shadows, Viggo stares at her oddly, “Yes?” he addresses the girl who blushes and places her hands over the front of her apron.

“M’lady,” she looks to you just as you turn around to see her, “his highness would like a private audience with you,” you looked up to Viggo who quirks an eyebrow at you then to the servant girl.

“Which one?”

“Prince Loki, he wishes to see you in is chamber,” you sigh, of course he did.
“See you in a bit, brother,”

“Be careful and try to control your feminine wiles,” he teases which causes you to blush profusely.

“Oh honestly…” you huff and you follow the servant girl to Loki’s chambers.

~*~

“You called for me?” you asked once Loki opened the door to his room and finds you standing there before him expectantly. You could see the anxiety in his eyes and you couldn’t help but ask him about it, “What’s the matter my Prince? Are you ill? Shall I call for a Healer?”

“No, just get in here and be quiet,” he snarls while grabbing you by the wrist and pulls you inside, he shuts the door with a loud bang behind you.

“Loki,” you whisper, dropping all formality then gasp as he pushes you up against the back of the door, his eyes staring down hungrily at you, “Wh-what’s wrong?”

“I need this,” he growls and kisses you roughly, his tongue pushes past your lips making you squeal uncomfortably and you push him off.

“What in Hel’s name?!” you interject and place your fingers against your lips to see if they bled or not from his force. They didn’t thank heavens…

“You dare deny me? Me?!” He shouted while trying to grab for you again.

You narrowed your eyes at him and push him off forcefully, your hand presses at the center of his chest, “What is this about Loki, really?”

He only glares at you until you could see the tears shining in his eyes, this calms your anger and the hand on his chest rises to cup his cheek kindly, “Loki, please talk to me. Tell me what’s happened?”

He huffs and looks away from you, silent tears track down his face and you feel your own anxiety rising as empathy for your oldest friend fills your heart, “Come here,” you murmur and you lead him to his bed where you sit down comfortably before lying down to hold him, “it will be all right whatever it is, you don’t have to tell me now.”

“Stay with me until I fall asleep?” he asks quietly as he holds onto your middle tightly as though he was afraid that you were going to leave at any moment.

You smile and kiss the top of his head, “I will stay for as long as you like, you need not worry my dearest friend,” you meant what you said and held him until his breathing evens and you tuck him in before leaving his room.

~*~

The following day you were walking toward the throne room, you all were in need to speak with the Allfather, perhaps convince him to lift Thor’s banishment for you all were in need of him back in Asgard for it was where he belongs.

“Allfather, we must speak with you urgently.” Lady Sif respectfully announced toward the King as you, she and the Warriors Three held your fist over your chests out of respect and proper protocol to the Allfather.

Yet from the moment you all look up you had expected to see the old white bearded man; your eyebrows shoot up from the surprise of seeing Loki in all his formal armor, sitting on the King’s throne.

You weren’t the only one rendered speechless; your hand gently falling to its side.

“My friends,” Loki greeted kindly from his place on the golden throne.

“Where’s Odin?” Fandral asks as you all now descend the polished stairs and walk toward Loki.

“Father has fallen into the Odinsleep. Mother fears he may never awaken again.”

“We would speak with her.”

“She has refused to leave me father’s bedside. You can bring your urgent matter to me,” he said and stands tall and proudly the King’s staff in hand, “Your King.”

You stare at him in silent disbelief then you slowly lower yourself down to one knee and place your fist on your chest out of respect to the King, the others followed suit except for Sif who was the last to bow down to him.

Your mind began to race with thoughts of endless questions as to how and why this came to be. Why did he not tell you of his plans? Why was he being so secretive? Why does he continue to shut you out? What else was he planning?

“My King, we would ask that you end Thor’s banishment,” Lady Sif stated humbly as you held your gaze upon the man before you. Loki gives her a condescending look follow by a soft chuckle before addressing to her request.

“My first command cannot be to undo the Allfather’s last.”

“What?” you questioned in disbelief and watch as he walks down the tall steps to meet with you all.

“We’re on the brink of war with Jotunheim,” he continues and again you shake your head for you couldn’t believe that this was happening, “Our people need a sense of continuity, in order to feel safe in these difficult times. All of us must stand together for the good of Asgard.” He finishes, though it had seem that he addresses his last statement to Lady Sif for she quickly and defensively rose to her feet and since you were kneeling next to her, you held your arm out as to block her while Fandral and Hogun each holds her back by grabbing at her arms.

“Yes, of course,” you hear Fandral say in that charismatic tone.

“Good, then you will wait for my word.”

“If I may,” you hear Volstagg query from behind you, your hand still up as to hold Lady Sif back, “beg the indulgence of Your Majesty to perhaps reconsider—“

“We’re done!” Loki spoke loudly and dismissively, his voice echoes throughout the throne room.

Your hand now lowers and you rise you to your feet as well as the other warriors behind you, you stare at him a moment until one by one you all begin to walk away from him. That is of course until Loki calls you back to stay behind.

“__________, you will stay here with me. I have urgent matters to discuss with you.”

Oh brilliant… at that the Warriors Three and Lady Sif stop, turn and stare at you.

You hold up your hand and give them a silent nod to indicate that you would be alright, then putting on your best smile you walk back toward your “King”.

“Leadership suits you,” you say in a light sardonic way with a smile to match your tone while you incline your head, your eyes never leaving his, “your majesty.”

His reaction was instant as you can see the glazed indifference dulling his eyes at your remark, “Be wary of how you address your King __________, we might be on friendly terms but do not forget your place.”

“Very well m’lord,” your manner of tone had not change from how you previously addressed him, “may I inquire as to what you need of me?”

“I believe you may have some idea of what I may ‘need of you’,” he smiled slowly as he continues watching you from his seat on his throne, “come here,” he holds out his hand expecting you to take it in yours but instead you look at it and step forward closer to him.

He notices and drops his hand to rest it over the arm rest of the throne then glares at you, “You know, you aren’t usually this stubborn and a bit more agreeable to jump at any given opportunity to touch me.”

You cross your arms and snort at that. While what he said was true for you would have, but at this moment, how can you possibly trust someone who was hiding and sneaking his way onto a place of power? It was absolute nonsense!

“You dare mock your King with that chortle?” his eyes had become silted with suppressed rage as he now stands to tower over you but you hold your own.

“How could you not tell me last night what has been going on with you as of late? You are moody and secretive and I hardly see you anymore, where do you go? And just how can you continue to shut me out while keeping me blinded by our years of friendship?”

He stares at you for a moment before turning to pace a little the staff making soft clip-clopping sounds as he walks, “Do you trust me?” he asks quietly finally meeting your eyes again.

“Of course I do, you know that,”

“Then that should be sufficient.”

You grab at his forearm and he turns to look at you, “It is not. Not this time at least.”

He shakes your hand off of him before he addresses you again, “I need someone I can trust,”

“And I need a King that I can put my trust in!”

He turns to look at you, anger evident and blazing in those sea colored eyes, “We’re done here.”

As much as it hurt you at that moment to be dismissed by him in such a manner; as though you were just another warrior with no ties to him, you held your tongue, give him a courtly bow then leave the throne room silently; the sounds of your boots against the polished floor trail behind you.

~*~

A few nights later, you and the other warriors were pacing endlessly in your prefer parlor, awaiting when you all would be called upon by the new King of Asgard. However, things had started to become quite hot around the collar even among the five of you.

“Our dearest friend banished, Loki on the throne, Asgard on the brink of war, yet you’ve managed to consume four wild boar, six pheasant, a side of beef and two casks of ale. Shame on you! Don’t you care?!” Fandral scolded at Volstagg who continued to gore himself on food while the blond swordsman knocks the plate out of the larger warrior’s hand.

“Do not mistake my appetite for apathy!” Volstagg roars and stands to tower over Fandral menacingly.

“Stop it both of you!” Lady Sif began as she and Hogun tried breaking the other two warriors apart, yet they continued to argue. You on the other hand sat before the fire closest to the window your head began to pound as the shouts and yelling starts to escalate.

“ENOUGH!” you shout from your place and you finally look up to the group, “There must be something that we can do apart from sitting here, waiting and going at each other’s throats like ravenous dogs!”

“You’ve always been close to Loki, haven’t you Lady __________? Can’t you convince him or have you any influence on him at all?”

You shake your head, “Not since our little encounter with him in the throne ro
om he has not spoken to me. Each time I try to get within an inch of him I’m flanked by the royal guard.”

“Then that’s it then? We just stand here and wait for the inevitable?”

“No,” Sif began and began to look at you all one by one, “we all know what we have to do.”

“We must go.” Agreed Hogun, “We must find Thor.”

“It’s treason.” Argued Fandral.

“To hell with treason, it’s suicide!” interjected Vostagg looking from one man to the other.

“Thor would so the same for us.” Sif mumbled and you nod as you began to formulate a plan to keep Loki away from discovering what you all were planning to do.

“The four of you go retrieve Thor and bring him home; I will stay behind and keep Loki distracted.” You say while you release the tie on your hair to allow it to cascade over your shoulders, you could see the men in the room peak interest at your preening.

Fandral was the first to ask, “How do you plan to keep the Trickster distracted?”

Now that you finished fussing over your hair so that half of it rested over one shoulder[7] easily you look up at your friends and with a snap of your fingers your armor melted away to be magically replaced by another dress you owned but it was much more sidetracking than your usual form of attire[8].

“The best and only way I know how,” you say as you run your hands gently and slowly over the soft fabric of the corset, “So what do you think?”

You see the jaws drop on both Fandral and Vostagg faces; Hogun however remained silent but the look in his eyes at your choice of attire said it all, you certainly were a sight to behold. Turning to Lady Sif who had a look of approval at your choice of dress nods and fluffs up your sleeves slightly, “You suppose it will work?”

“If it does not, I would gladly like to take the Lady _________ out for a drink or two,” said Fandral who takes your hand and kisses it then smiles and winks at you.

“I for one would invite the lady to dinner, followed by a walk around the gardens!” Volstagg voiced and takes your other hand to kiss it.

“Gentlemen please, there is a mission that needs to be pulled and that is to bring Thor back to Asgard.” You say and take your hands away from the other two men, your face hot with embarrassment; it would seem that your dress was a fair distraction to say the least, “We can work on details later…” you added as an afterthought.

“Now shush, Heimdall might be watching…”

At that the doors open to reveal a guard who stated that Heimdall requested to see the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, the four of them exited silently after the guard while you exited the parlor and walk briskly toward the throne room where you knew Loki was sitting on the large golden throne.

“My Lord,” you say and curtsy before the “King” the moment you walked into the throne room and stand before him. You then see how his eyes light with interest at your state of attire and a smile graces his lips, “I was hoping to perhaps seek your council, privately?”

“Leave us,” he says to the two sentry guards until he addresses them again louder than before, “I said Leave us!” you smile with satisfaction as you see the surly looking pair leave when you once again turn your attention to your “King”.

Lifting your skirts so that you wouldn’t snag your footing and trip over the cloth, you now walk to him up the golden stairs until you finally made it close to him. Climbing up into his lap you settle yourself comfortably, your arms around his shoulders and your hair curtains around your face as you look down into his bright sea colored eyes. Loki on his part raises his hands so that they could roam over your thighs, his attention focuses on your face and a smirk lifts the corners of his mouth.

“I wanted to tell you that I was wrong,” you say with a small pout as you try to look apologetic, “and that I do trust you with all my heart and yes, you can put your complete trust in me.”

“What brought this on?”

“I hate that you no longer talk to me as you once did and I miss you. We used to share everything together and as of recent we don’t. I only want to be close to you again Loki, King of my heart. To be your loyal companion and confidant.”

The moment you said this, you knew you had him for the manner of how his eyes dilated as well as how his hands reaches under your skirt to touch and press the sensitive points of your thighs. You close your eyes and utter a tiny little sigh at the touch.

“’King of your heart’?” he repeated your choice of words and you feel the fingers of his other hand running through your hair, “My loyal companion and confidant, you say?”

You feel your body shiver and you moan softly, “Uh-huh,” you grunt, your hips began to roll slowly over his lap and you now brace your hands on the arm rests of the large golden throne, “Ahh…” you breathe and arch your back.

Loki’s wandering hand reaches further under your skirts to discover that you were not wearing knickers of any kind and he groans delighted and runs a finger over your now wet and trembling folds.

“You keep surprising me more and more as the night progresses my dear,” he grins and kisses you full on the mouth while his cool fingers slide up deep inside of you causing you to moan against your kiss, your hips tremble in his lap.

Lowing his head, Loki pulls down the front of your dress which allows your breasts to bounce out of their protective cotton covering. The man under you now begins to lick and suck on your mounds greedily, taking one nipple between his teeth and rolls it in a way that further makes you gush against his driving fingers.

“My word __________,” Loki murmurs with a grin, “how disgustingly wet you are…” using his magic you can feel the straps and buckles coming undone underneath and between your hot thighs followed by the feel of his cock rising up against your opening. You rock your hips to stimulate his tip and he groans again, one hand grips at your hips, the other slides its fingers out from your dripping center.

Bringing them to his lips he stares at you while licking his fingers clean and moans around the digits blissfully. Releasing his fingers with a soft pop he raises you up against him, already you can feel his cock below you steadying you to sit down on him good and proper.

“I need to be inside you __________,” he says and lowers you down slowly.

You close your eyes and already you can feel the fat head of his cock breaching you when you hear the loud BOOM of the Bifrost activating which pauses Loki from your current activities on his lap, “What was that?”

“Tis the sound of my heart pounding for you my Lord!” you moan while you grab his hand from where it rested against your waist and place it against the top of your breasts, “Can you not feel it?”


You see the look in his eyes as he stared up at you revealing that he knew that it wasn’t your heart and that you were distracting him from something so obviously happening. Redoing his pants, straps and trousers, Loki lifts you up and pushes you out of his way to walk toward the large balcony overlooking Asgard. Incidentally it also held the view of the Bifrost. By the sound if it, it would seem that it was propelling itself before shooting across the universe. No doubt it was now transporting Sif and the Warriors Three to Midgard which then they would be able to retrieve Thor. You couldn't believe that you pulled it off. Loki now turns to look at you just as you were about finished fixing up your dress to look presentable, you can see the look of hurt and betrayal on his face.

“Do you honestly think me that stupid?”

Yes.

“No.”

“If I come to find that you are lying to me…” he began to threaten and leaves it hanging in the air as he walks off to investigate the situation.

At this point you feel nothing but disgust and discontent for him so you too leave to change out of your dress as you wait for the others to return with Thor which would hopefully be soon who knows what Loki will do during this time.

~*~

“He isn’t the same anymore,” you mumble while eating a bowl of fruit you set aside for yourself,
“He’s so serious now and secretive; he’s hiding something.”

Your mother shakes her head as she continues to clean the fish she was about to prepare for the fryer, “I always knew that allowing you to be friends with him would get you into trouble,”

“Mother, I’m not the one in trouble!”

“Must you speak with your mouth full? Have I taught you nothing?” your mother nags as you roll your eyes at her, chew the food in your mouth and swallow it, “And don’t you roll your eyes at me either!”

“Mother!” you stress and by the look on your mother’s face, she did not like to be whined at, “I’m serious there is something that Loki is not telling me and I worry about him. He has not been the same since even before Prince Thor’s birthright celebration. I just can’t seem to guess what’s on his mind anymore and he always evades my questions whenever I ask him to talk to me! I’m just at my wits end with him, mother.”

You see smoke and debris as well as a large gaping hole in the side wall of the palace. That was where your father and brother were patrolling together, did something happen?

“What’s going on? What was that crash?”

“I don’t know mother, but I intend to find out.” You say while taking the scabbard of your sword from over the countertop you look over at your mother whose eyes were wide and filled with worry, “Do not worry mother, I shall return,” you smile before hurrying off toward the wreckage.
Incidentally, you were halted by two more sentries you knew who had also fought alongside your father and brother they both instruct you to head for the Healing Ward; your heart sank as you change direction toward the Healing Ward.

Upon entering the large room, you see your father lying in a bed wrapped in warming cloths as two nurses fussed over him one checking his vitals and the other was beginning to supply him with a warming draught.

“Father what happened?” you asked after rushing to his side, his skin was still freezing and he looked so old and small.

“Attacked!” he gasps, a trembling hand reaches for your own and he grabs onto it tightly, “Your brother—your brother--!”

“My brother? Father, what of Viggo?” you feel a pang of fear bursting brightly in your chest, your hands on the rough beard on your father’s face as his teeth chattered.

“Cold. Frozen.”

”What?” you feel tears in your eyes and you shake your head, “Father tell me he’s not--!”

“He needs his rest,” said one of the nurses attending to him, you turn and glare at her.

“Where is my brother?”

She stood still, a grim expression on her face, “Take me to him.” You demanded in a dangerous voice.

You were taken to a dimly lit room where there laid a body covered in a sheet over the medical bed. An overwhelming distraught fills your heart, “No,” you shake your head and you feel your eyes fill with tears, “No!”

Pulling back the sheet you are greeted with your brother’s face. It was as though the air escaped instantly from your body the moment you saw his sleeping like face. There was Viggo, frozen and blue with frost covering his silver and golden armor.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything.” You sob as you reach to touch his face hoping with everything you had at the possibility of him waking up.

Your hands burned from touching his frozen skin but you didn’t care, your pain and your rage numbed you for only a little while until you were taken away due to your own injuries. Your hands were rubbed raw and pink as one of the Healers began to put a healing salve on your hands now. You stare blankly not realizing that the people around you began speaking to you as well as asking numerous questions.

“__________?__________!” someone shakes you by the shoulders and you blink to look into your mother’s eyes, they were wet with tears, “It’s not true? Tell me it isn’t so!”

You bite your lip and nod as tears once again floods and blind your vision as you hug her tightly to your chest, “Oh mother… I’ve been such a fool!” you sob into her shoulder, you feel your mother’s fingers curl into your hair in comfort as she was now petting your hair and shushing you, “I said things to him—things I regret!”

Your mother says nothing but holds you tightly as she too begins to sob when suddenly the entire ward shook violently for a few seconds, startling those working as well as the patients. Now what has happen?!

It wasn’t until several hours later that Queen Frigga enters the Healing Ward and approaches you as well as your mother. Your father was stabilized and now resting comfortably.

“Your Highness!” you hiccup and gingerly place your bandaged hand over your heart, “To what do we owe the honor of your company?”

Queen Frigga places her hand gently over your shoulder and she takes your mother’s as well, while she gives them each a gentle but firm comforting squeeze, “I came to personally give my condolences to your family, Viggo was an excellent warrior I am very sorry for your loss. The healers and nurses are doing everything they can to ensure that your husband,” at this she addresses your mother, “is stabilized, for the injuries that he had sustained during the attack were very great.”

“Thank you, your highness,” you mother spoke gently and inclines her head at the impeccably dressed woman, “your presence gives us great comfort during this most difficult of times.”

The Queen smiles gently then turns to you, “__________, I need to speak with you privately do you have a moment?”

Queen Frigga begins to tell you what has happened, how the fighting between Thor and Loki had commenced, how the Bifrost was destroyed up until she told you how Loki had fallen into the abyss beyond the universe. She must have known how close you and Loki must have been which was why she came to you to personally tell you of her second son’s demise. The tears wouldn’t stop, they couldn’t! It was as if your heart was flooded and there was nothing you could do to hold back the liquid within you any longer. You would cry and cry until you were exhausted and no longer had any more water left to give.

~*~

Several days had passed and already you seemed to be on the mend. You had locked yourself in your chambers not wanting to see or speak to anyone. The only thing you wanted for sustenance was cream custard and berries as well as water and sweet red wine. The time finally came when you would leave your room to join the others of the world outside of your chambers.

And it wasn’t too long after finding a spot to enjoy your silence and solitude did Prince Thor approach you.

“How are you fairing Lady __________?” you hear Thor speak gently behind you, you turn slightly to look at him over your shoulder then back to what you were looking at before.

You had taken refuge on a balcony which oversees the rest of the kingdom up to the large snow tipped mountains. You were also sitting on the edge of that balcony, your legs dangling off the side rim. Your eyes were still red rimmed and puffy, the tip of your nose had also been red from the tears you had shed earlier. Things as of this point would be different as badly as you wanted to change them you know that you could only move up from this point.

“I’ve run out of tears to shed,” you say with a sniff and clear your throat, “if that is what you’re asking, Prince Thor.”

You hear his heavy footfalls behind you then you feel his large hand on one of your shoulders,
“I miss him as well,” he said while giving you a sideways embrace, “in spite of everything he has done.”

His words didn’t hit you for you had remained as you were; stoic and numb, “Prince Thor,” you begin to say as your eyes now look down toward the twinkling city below, “may I speak boldly with you?”

“Yes, you may,” he turns to face you, “tell me what ails you.”

Stretching out your neck a little you try an estimate just how high you were from the point of where you sat to that of the ground below, “Do you think that if I were to jump, I could fly?”

You feel his hand on your shoulder squeeze tighter, “What do you mean by that Lady __________?”

“It’s only a question my Prince, I will not jump.” You promised, though the thought did cross your mind.

“Do you wish to fly?” he asked carefully as though he didn’t want to say anything that could set you off, “I can take you flying on Mjolnir if you would like.”

You smile a little at the thought of flying with the blond Prince as he held onto Mjolnir and you holding onto him, “Perhaps another time my Prince,” you look over at him now and smile at him,
“Thank you.”

“For what?” his eyebrows furrow questionably.

“For checking in on me, for your words of comfort and most of all, I thank you for your friendship.” He grins at your words and you turn back to look out at the view, “Your banishment has certainly changed you for the better Prince Thor, I’m glad.”

“I thank you __________,”

“__________?” you turn to the sound of a woman calling your name and you turn to look over your left shoulder to see Queen Frigga standing a few feet behind both you and Thor, “Might I speak with you?”

“Queen Frigga!” you gasp with surprise and pull away from Thor to swing your legs back onto the balcony then hop off to properly bow at her, “How can I be of assistance?”

“There is much that I would like to discuss with you,” Frigga spoke kindly as she places her hand on your shoulder, she then looks over at Thor as she spoke again, “alone.”

“Of course, my Queen,”

The moment you were alone, Queen Frigga proceeds to tell you the true origins of her second son’s life and how her husband had come home from the world of the Frost Giants with a tiny whining bundle in his arms. How the babe grew and became a part of the royal family and how he would always be loved and remembered as loved in spite of the recent events that had occurred.

“Are you alright dear?”

“Permission to speak freely my Lady Queen?” you ask while trying to control the mix of emotions stirring up inside you.

“Granted,” she nods and watches you cautiously as your proper manner dropped, you were no longer stoic and devoid of how you felt.

“I am not alright, I am angry,” you growl, your hands clenching into hard fists at your sides, “I am so angry with him!” your voice begins to rise and you pace the balcony back and forth your hands were in your hair as you tried calming yourself but your emotions were running so high you thought you were going to burst from them, “We’ve shared almost everything together and he couldn’t tell me this? He must have known that’s why he’s been so secretive with me! What did he think I was going to do? I wouldn’t have cared! He was still the same person I’ve known for most of my life this far! Heaven help me,” you sigh and you run your fingers through your hair, “And then he lied… he lied to me! And because of those lies I’ve lost everything! And it is far easier to be angry with him and loathe him more than anything!”

“Loki has done things that not even I can understand,” you hear the Queen’s calming voice say, you turn to look at her and you could see how sad she truly was, “I will always love my son, my second born, and it is exactly that memory I wish to preserve.”

Looking at her now, you can see the sadness in her eyes and you nod with understanding you weren’t the only one lost and in mourning, “Will you help me preserve it?”

There was only one thing you could do from this point on, and that was to move forward without looking back.

“Of course I will my Queen, just tell me what you need for me to do and I will do it.”
…

Notes

So I had to watch Thor (the first movie) about a good 10 times to make sure I got all the dialogue correct and figure out a good way to worm Reader into it which is why this chapter is so much longer than the other two.

I don't own you, or Loki, or any other known characters that belong to Marvel/Disney... I just own Viggo, as well as my spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks for reading!

Number Bullets

[1] Can I Have This Kiss Forever - Enrique Iglesias & Whitney Houston

[2] Illegal - Shakira

[3] I would like to thank thedurrrrian over at deviantart for giving me permission to use his warrior costume design here as a reference. This is almost exactly how I imagined Reader's warrior garb. The first design to the left would be the standard way she wears her armor, the middle design she wears for special occasions/presentations/formality and the last design to the right would be her travelling armor, just how the group traveled to Jotunheim.

[4] Where's Gandalf when you need him?

[5] Again I will stress that I do know of the origins pertaining to how Sleipnir was born, just not in this story okay? Thanks. :)

[6] Your normal clothes

[7] Your hair style after you play with it.

[8] Your distracting dress.