#A joke I had in mind when frost queen first appeared and people kept calling her elsa

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I have to post this old joke I made before the year end and miss my opportunity

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The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard

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Asgard's gardens were crowded with cheerful people, all dressed in their finest clothes, drinking and having fun. Soon they would move to the theatre where they would watch The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard, a performance which always demanded a day of celebration, at least, according to the King.

Meanwhile, in the castle, Y/n was busy getting dressed and fixing her hair. As she slid the elaborate dress's sleeve over her shoulder, the warm lips of her husband began kissing down her neck to her shoulder making the sleeve fall back down. His arms wrapped around her middle and gently rested against her stomach. She hummed in contentment.

"Loki," she warned, placing her hands over his, "we have to go down. The play will be starting soon and they need their King."

"They have to wait for their King." he turned her around so he could reach her lips, "and right now, his Queen is far more important." He pulled back to gaze into her eyes.

Y/n let herself get caught in the captivating green, before pulling away and moving out of his reach. "Go," she said, smiling and gently nudging his hands away when he tried to reach for her again. He pouted playfully. "Your son is in the play, you can't miss it."

He rolled his eyes. "Our son," he repeated, "doesn't really care if his King is there, as long as his mother is sitting in the front row."

"Regardless, Odin must attend." She finished fixing her dress. "We've wasted enough time in our bed," she stepped towards Loki, reaching up to caress his face. "Asgard needs to see their king." She gave him a gentle kiss before pushing him out of the room. "See you soon, my love."

Y/n walked to the theatre with her guards, letting her mind drift to her happy little family and her conversation with Loki.

Loki and Y/n were married just before the Frost Giants had invaded Asgard's Treasure Vault. When Loki discovered his true heritage, the only person to calm him was his new wife. He always told her everything, ever since they were kids. He was mischievous but he could never lie to Y/n. She was the same. She enjoyed the jokes and pranks Loki would play with his family and when she could she helped. She helped him plan several of his more elaborate pranks.

The only time Loki ever lied to her was when he proposed. She needed to go to the garden, where Loki had arranged everything. To get her there without telling her everything, he told her they needed to meet in a secret place to plan a trick on Thor. When she arrived she was shocked to find the garden lit by freshly placed candles and a nicely dressed Loki with a ring in his hand.

She immediately said yes once the question was asked but that didn't stop them from planning a trick on Thor.

When Loki fell from Asgard, Y/n thought he was dead. But then, the notebook Loki gave her when they were younger to keep in contact, started getting filled with new writings.

When they were kids, Odin didn't always agree with their friendship. Loki who had just begun learning magic decided to charm a notebook so they could write and communicate with each other without his father knowing. When they got older, Loki was able to articulate his feelings towards the young Asgardian female and told his mother how he felt. Frigga was able to convince Odin that the relationship was beneficial and so they were allowed to see each other once again.

Y/n was shocked and confused when the notebook began filling with letters presumably from her dead husband. Loki explained everything to her through the notebook. He told her that he had joined forces with a Titan named Thanos and that with his help, he could take over Midgard and make it a place where they could rule together.

As a newly made princess of Asgard, Y/n went on a few diplomatic trips within the Nine Realms. Loki made sure to visit her anytime she left Asgard.

When Loki finally returned to Asgard with Thor, it was after the battle on Midgard and Y/n had just discovered she was pregnant. She had to tell him but she wasn't allowed to visit Loki alone, Odin's orders. She took Frigga with her since she was quite sure Loki didn't want to see his brother or father and he wasn't particularly fond of any of the other Asgardians. He was excited but wary. It wasn't a good time for them to have a child. Loki was in prison with no chance of getting out and had probably pissed off one of the most powerful beings in the universe with his failure. Odin was thoroughly upset with him and likely wouldn't help Y/n. On the other hand, Loki would be a father and Y/n would get to be a mother, something Loki was sure she would be amazing at. He created a life with her and couldn't wait to meet them.

Frigga was a large help during her pregnancy. Anything Y/n needed, Frigga got. She made sure she was comfortable, safe and cared for. Frigga helped design the nursery connected to Y/n's room. On days when Y/n needed Loki, Frigga projected her into his cage so she could see him and be near him. Loki felt terrible for being stuck in a cage when his wife needed him, but knowing she was being cared for by the kindest woman in the universe made him feel a little better.

Baby Bromm was born a week before Thor brought Jane to Asgard; a week before chaos erupted in Asgard. He was a healthy baby with green eyes and just a tiny bit of black hair. He looked just like his father and Y/n had no doubt that he would have the same magical abilities like him too.

Jane was intrigued by the woman with a baby that looked like Loki. She was even more intrigued when she learned that they were his wife and son.

When the elves attacked, Y/n stayed in the nursery with Bromm in her arms, praying that their family would be safe, especially Loki who had been in the dungeons where the attack started.

The news that Frigga had been killed broke Y/n's heart and she knew it would break Loki's too. She wanted to be the one to deliver the news but Odin had banned her from visiting him ever since Bromm was born. Odin didn't want Bromm to be badly influenced by Loki so, in his mind, it was best to keep Loki away from both mother and son. A guard was sent to inform Loki instead.

Then Loki agreed to help Thor. Of course, there were some conditions. 1.) Loki needed to meet his son before they left. 2.) No tricks, from either side. And 3.) Thor would try and keep Loki from going back into prison when they returned.

The news that Loki had died while helping Thor was delivered by the dead god himself. Y/n had answered her door to find a guard. Once she let him in, the glamour faded to reveal Loki. He quickly explained what had happened and his new plan. He would put a spell over Odin and deliver him to Midgard, allowing himself to put on a mirage of the Allfather. No one could know he was alive.

Bromm was barely 4 but he learned that no one knew his father was alive and he shouldn't tell them any different. His father was only around when it was just him and his mother. Bromm hadn't been told that the Odin they ate with and saw all the time, was his father. Odin and Loki were two different people. One day, when he was old enough to understand and keep a secret, his parents would tell him.

Loki had taught him a few magic tricks, but Bromm had a lot to learn before he could learn about full glamours. He had learned how to change small things about his appearance such as his hair or eye colour, although he kept them identical to his father on most occasions. Bromm loved pretending to be others. He was very good at impressions so when the opportunity to play a younger version of his father in a new play came around, he jumped at the chance.

He was a happy little boy and his parents loved him very much.

Life was good, almost perfect for their small family, but Y/n had something she had to tell Loki, and she wasn't sure how he would take it.

She had debated discussing her concerns with him for several weeks now, but she wasn't even sure there was anything to be worried about. Of course, when she woke up with morning sickness, the decision was made for her. It had been the sign that made her realize she was pregnant with Bromm, and she felt certain that she was pregnant again.

She hadn't wanted to tell him. To Asgard, she was a widow with her son and a father-in-law and brother-in-law. But her husband was still alive and, even though he was pretending to be someone else, he loved and treated her as if he wasn't considered dead. If word got out that she was pregnant, the people would assume she had a lover; it would be shameful for the Royal Family.

But she couldn't relax. Knowing she was pregnant at an unfortunate time, yet again, stressed her. She knew she wouldn't be able to enjoy watching Bromm's performance with these thoughts on her mind, so she called for the Allfather.

With only an hour till the performance was to start, both Odin and Y/n were dressed in their most lavish robes. When he arrived in her room, Y/n quickly dismissed her servant girl who had been fussing over her hair. When she was gone, and the door closed, Loki removed the illusion and rushed to his wife. Tears had begun to form in her eyes, causing Loki to grow worried.

"My love," he whispered, hugging her to his chest. "I'm here. It's okay." She allowed a few tears to fall. With his soothing voice, she quickly found herself calm and ready to talk.

She pulled away, taking Loki's hand as she led him to sit on her bed. Once they were comfortable, she began. "I have news," she paused, "and you may not be happy about it." She met his eyes. All she could see was love and a  bit of worry. "I'm pregnant."

Loki's eyes widened, but when he felt Y/n begin to pull her hands away, he quickly pulled her in for a kiss.

"I love you so much," he said, resting his forehead against her's. "I will never be unhappy with you, especially when we have created another life." Y/n giggled, a few tears of joy falling from her eyes. Loki was quick to reach up and wipe them away. "You make me so happy. I love you."

"I love you too. But, you're not worried." Y/n often began to talk faster when she was worried, and this occasion was no different. "How do we explain this? What happens if he looks just like you? No one could ever say that Bromm was anyone else's son but yours." She stopped when Loki placed another kiss to her lips.

"How many times have I told you?" he asked.

She smiled shyly up at him, already knowing what he was about to say.

"You worry too much. People will believe what they are told, especially if it comes from their King." Loki nuzzled his face into her neck.

She moaned when she felt him begin to kiss the sensitive skin. "Loki," it was meant to be a warning, but Loki had found her sweet spot, and it came out with another moan.

It didn't take much for Loki to get Y/n to bed. He knew everything about her. He knew her favourite places to be kissed and touched, but he also knew what she wanted. He knew she would tell him if something wasn't right, and she had. She had come to him when she was worried, and he was going to make it all better.

It was a good morning. They hadn't solved their current situation but had ruled it wasn't a problem, and that they could handle it. It was enough to keep Y/n satisfied, at least at the moment.

She had finally arrived at the theatre. The show was set to begin in less than five minutes, yet Loki, being the dramatic King he was, would likely show up in ten. Y/n had taken her place beside the lounge meant for Odin. Already there were ladies holding grapes and wine for the King.

Y/n kept her attention on the stage in front of her. A small blue face peeked out from the left-wing. His eyes immediately found his mother and lit up with excitement. Y/n returned a smile and waved to him.

A sudden commotion at the entrance of the theatre signalled the arrival of the King. He took his seat, sending a wink to Y/n, and the play began.

The play had almost finished. Loki had been stabbed and was giving his final goodbye to Thor. Bromm would come on stage soon. Y/n gave a quick glance around. Many of the crowd had tears in their eyes and Odin was mouthing the words along with the actors.

"I didn't do it for him," the actor playing Loki delivered his last line before dying.

The choir sang as Odin came out from backstage and began recapping Loki's sacrifice.

When Bromm came out covered in blue paint, Y/n couldn't help but smile at him. He didn't have any lines, but a mother is always proud of her son.

The play finished and all the actors took a bow. Y/n clapped the loudest when Bromm did his bow, and the little boy smiled brightly at her before running into her arms. She swiftly picked him up and hugged him to her chest, not caring if paint got on her robes.

"Father," a voice called, making Y/n and Loki turn to see who it was.

As soon as he saw who it was, Loki, who had been taking a sip of his wine, turned back to Y/n, muttering a curse under his breath. "Y/n," Thor nodded, to which she returned. "Hello, Bromm."

Bromm gave him a small smile. He didn't mind his uncle, Thor just made the young boy a little nervous. He was big and always seemed to be wearing armour and carrying his hammer. It didn't help that Thor didn't visit often. Bromm simply didn't know the man well enough to make a decision on whether to like or dislike him.

"My son, Thor, has returned!" Loki announced, causing attention to be drawn to them and a few people to begin clapping. "Greetings, my dear boy."

Odin sat back down as Thor began walking so he could be face to face with his father.

"That's an interesting play," Thor said with a smile. "What's it called?"

"The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard," Odin replied. "The people wanted to commemorate him."

"Indeed they should. I like the statue. A lot better looking than he was when he was alive, though. A little less weaselly, a little less greasy, maybe. Don't you agree, Y/n?"

"I think he's just as attractive as he was when he was alive," Y/n replied, sitting down with Bromm in her lap. The situation could turn dangerous if Thor figured out the truth. The previous times Thor had come back to Asgard, they had had a warning. Bromm's birthday, for example, they had expected Thor to show up, and he had. If they knew he was coming, they would have hidden some of larger changes Loki had made as the new Odin, such as the giant statue.

"Do you know what this is?" Thor asked Odin, holding up the object he had carried in with him.

"Oh, the Skull of Surtur," Odin replied, obviously quite nervous. "That's a formidable weapon."

"Do me a favour," Thor handed the skull to a guard, "Lock this away in a vault so it doesn't turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet."

Odin stood as Thor started walking around, tossing his hammer up and down. "So, it's back to Midgard for you, is it?"

"Nope," he replied, pausing and turning towards his father. "I've been having this reoccurring dream lately. Every night, I see Asgard fall into ruins."

"That's just a silly dream," Odin replied, stepping down from the raised platform his and Y/n's seats were placed, "signs of an overactive imagination."

"Possibly. But then I decided to go out there and investigate. And what do I find, but the Nine Realms completely in chaos." Thor stepped closer to Odin. There was barely two feet between them. "Enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise, all while you, Odin, protector of those Nine Realms, are sitting here in your bathrobe, eating grapes."

"Yes, while it is best to respect our neighbours' freedoms." Odin stepped back, trying to put space between him and Thor.

Y/n stood up, moving Bromm to stand beside her. He quickly clung to her leg, sensing something was wrong between his family members.

"Yes, of course, the freedom to be massacred." Thor threw his hammer narrowly passed Odin causing both him and Bromm to flinch.

Everyone's attention was on the Royal Family now.

"Yes, while, I've been rather busy myself," Odin defended.

"Watching theatre."

"Well, board meetings, and security council meetings..."

"You're really gonna make me do it?"

"Do what?"

Thor threw his hammer far away, causing everyone, including Odin, to turn to look at it. He then stepped behind Odin, placing his hand behind his head. "You know nothing will stop Mjolnir as it returns to my hand. Not even your face."

Several gasps were heard and a few guards help up their weapons but made no move to stop Thor. Y/n pushed Bromm behind her and he hid his face in her dress.

"You've gone quite mad!" Odin tried to break free from Thor's grasp but it was too strong. "You'll be executed for this."

"Then I'll see you on the other side," Thor leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "Brother."

Mjolnir came hurtling back very fast. Y/n watched in shock, hoping and praying Loki would give up and reveal himself. She was quite certain he would but the idea that he could die in front of her and Bromm, and just hours after she told him she was expecting, only worried her.

His eyes flicked away from his approaching doom to see the worried look on his wife's face. Quickly he shouted, "Alright, I yield!" before letting his true form show.

Thor quickly released his brother and caught Mjolnir as everyone gasped.

Bromm, hearing nothing but silence, peeked his head out to see his father standing in the middle of the courtyard. "Daddy?" he questioned before running towards him and hugging his legs.

Loki reached down to pick up his son, knowing that Thor wouldn't harm his own nephew. He gave a sheepish smile to his wife, who returned it with a gentle smile of her own, before turning to face Thor.

At that moment, Skurge, the man who had replaced Heimdale, broke through the audience. "Behold," he announced, breathing heavily. "Thor Odinson!"

Loki held his hand up, silencing him. "You had one job. Just the one!"  Loki snapped.

They hadn't wanted to appoint Skurge to the Bifrost, but no one else would do it. It wasn't a frequently sought after position. One had to be stationed at the Bifrost at all times; they were Asgard's first defence and couldn't risk leaving. It was a lonely and dangerous position. Skurge was the only one willing to do it. Loki and Y/n didn't check up on him, either. He was free to use the Bifrost whenever he pleased, which he did. On more than one occasion, Y/n had seen the gate open. They knew Skurge had gathered a few treasures from the Nine Realms but didn't bother punishing him since no harm had been done. Loki had also added the task of announcing new visitors to the King. Obviously, Skurge wasn't capable of his job.

Skurge attempted to defend his actions, but a look from Y/n quickly shut him up.

"Where's Odin?"

"You just couldn't stay away, could you?" Loki asked his brother. "Everything was fine without you. Asgard was prospering." He gestured to the crowd. "You've ruined everything. Ask them."

Thor began advancing on Loki and Bromm.

"Wait!" Y/n shouted, walking over to the arguing men. "This is a brother issue," she gestured to Bromm, "you can't hide behind your son." Y/n didn't want Loki to get hurt, but she knew Thor wouldn't stop until he knew where Odin was. She also knew Loki wouldn't easily give that information away if he knew Thor would be gentle. Eventually, Thor would stop being gentle. Y/n was just making the situation go faster.

Reluctantly, Loki passed her their son.

Once Y/n and Bromm were at a safe distance, Thor continued his advance, causing Loki to back up quickly until he fell onto his lounge.

"Where's father? Did you kill him?"

"You had what you wanted, you had the independence you asked for!"

Thor pressed Mjolnir into Loki's chest.

"Ow-ow-ow!" Loki complained. "Alright! I know exactly where he is."

Thor pulled Loki up and gestured in front of him. "Lead the way."

Loki looked to Y/n who immediately came to his side. They began walking to the Bifrost, only pausing briefly to gather Volstagg, Fandral and Sif, who would temporarily replace Skurge.

Y/n and Loki walked in the back of the little group of people, each holding a hand of Bromm's, who was skipping along with them, unaware of the tension between the brothers. Thor glanced back a few times to make sure Loki didn't slip away but left the two to their conversation.

"At least we don't have to worry about keeping this one a secret," Y/n smiled, placing a hand on her belly. "That would have been hard to explain."

Loki smiled. "I think it would have been interesting to hear what the people thought of it. They seem to come up with outrageous ideas."

"Oh gosh. I wouldn't. They'd call me all sorts of nasty names." They laughed.

"Where are we going?" Bromm spoke up. He had never been on the bridge before but knew from his mother and grandfather's diplomatic trips, that the Bifrost was the way off of Asgard. No one ever went to the bridge unless they were leaving.

"Nowhere, sweetheart," Y/n spoke soothingly. "We're just walking Daddy and Uncle Thor to the Bifrost. They're going to Midgard."

"Oh," he said before returning his attention to the colours of the bridge.

"I can't believe we have two of these little guys," Loki smiled as he looked down at his son.

"Not yet," Y/n smiled back. "You've still got a few months till you can call yourself a father of two."

"Oh yes," he sighed happily, "and I can't wait."

They reached the Bifrost and Bromm let go of his father's hand, pulling on his mother's until she lifted him up. The severed head of a beast lay to the side of the room, it's blood coating most of the floor and machinery. Loki turned to glare at Skurge.

"I'll clean this up," Skurge said when he noticed Loki's glare and the slightly frightened look upon Bromm's face.

Loki gave him a look that said, "you better," before helping his wife over some of the blood.

Volstagg placed his axe down, inserting the sword into the slot and opening the Bifrost.

"Ready Loki?" Thor asked, standing at the entrance.

Loki looked to his wife. "We'll be okay," she reassured.

"It's not you I'm worried about." He quickly kissed her and whispered goodbye to his son. "Odin will be overjoyed to see me." He gave them a smile with a sarcastic eye-roll, before joining Thor.

Together they stepped through the Bifrost and down to Midgard.

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Death Of The Lie  ||  Chapter 17: Asgard

Summary: Odin and his daughter Hela are the perfect conquerors of the universe. The nine realms fall one after the other into their clutch. After Odin takes a second wife and has a son with her, he doesn’t need Hela anymore. Hela abandons her father and ends up marrying Laufey, a sworn enemy of the Aesir people. Not long after, she becomes pregnant with Laufey’s child. Odin cannot let that son be born, but against all odds, the boy survives. Odin is forced to bring him back to Asgard to be raised as his own until he could make further use of him. The half-Jotun-half-Aesir boy grows up to look and act a lot like his mother, which disturbs Odin, and makes him treat the boy horribly. Odin’s lies are deep and complex, but one day the boy will find out the truth about everything he is.

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Chapter 17: Asgard

Dearest Sigyn:

It is with great woe that I inform you that I have cut my hair. I imagine Gwyn will not be pleased with this, but I could never care for it as she did. And believe me, I tried. If I know you at all, right now you’re rolling your eyes wondering if my father had anything to do with my decision. I believe you know the answer to that, as he has been pestering me from day one to do this. I didn’t want to give in just yet, but even with the help of my magic, all I made of it was a mess. In this weather, though, it's probably for the best. It was getting a bit hot to maintain.

I have been in Asgard for so little time, but it already feels like decades. I want nothing more than to go back to Alfheim. To see you, to immerse in the Alfar world again. I miss the rivers, the lakes, the mountains… I imagine the berry fields must be ready for harvesting. It makes me sad not to be there to taste the first fruits. The castle is too quiet at night without a river nearby and at times I find it difficult to sleep. I had to conjure a fake one in my balcony just to get some rest.

Thor has become nearly unbearable in my absence. I had noticed his mannerisms becoming closer to Odin’s in the past, but without any opposing influence my brother has gone full brute. He talks often of the realms he wishes to keep under tighter control once he is king. Mother ensures that his rants don't go too far, but he treats her word more as a suggestion than wisdom. I fear he may one day become a victim of his own hubris, and the kingdom with him. I've not a clue what Lady Sif still sees in him but they are unbearably inseparable.

The news of our engagement is still quiet, as mother has not tested the waters of my father's approval yet. Odin appears to be somewhat relieved to have me back where he can see me and has kept his scorn to a reasonable level so long as I keep my nose clean. I suspect if he is not told soon he will either marry me off to a daughter of some random Aesir nobility and have us live in the castle or have me groomed to be the King's right hand when Thor takes the throne. It is with no exaggeration that I admit I would rather fling myself off the rainbow bridge than to do either, so I think I will have to tell him before long.

I hope to hear from you soon, as I know you are finishing up your last term at the Sanctum and I know you're terribly busy.

-L

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Dear Loki:

I don't have to tell you how beautiful the land looks right now, how thick the air is with the sweet fragrance of ripened fruits and honeysuckle. This land is in your blood, and you would sooner forget to breathe than to not think about it. I hardly get to see it these days but I like to go to your old room and sit in the bay window to study. At times I will fall asleep there and I will awake with a start, thinking it's you tapping on my shoulder, but it's Gwyn. Soon I will take my final exams, just a few years out. I don't know how you did it.

You don’t want to know what Gwyn’s reaction was when I broke the news about your hair to her. You’d think the world was ending. Honestly, as good as it looked, I’m surprised you didn’t do it sooner, it must have been so heavy.

I hope the selection of fruits and ale I sent with this letter are to your liking, and that they didn’t end up on your head. I think I will need a sketch or drawing of your room to get familiar with it and pinpoint my teleporting spells, as I am not as familiar with it as you are with my chambers. This will make our exchanges happen a lot faster and no one else can read what we write. It will also help me practice my teleportation techniques.

Maybe one day before long I can visit Asgard, with the King and Queen's permission, of course, after our engagement is known.

-S

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The steady exchange of letters Loki kept with Sigyn was full of funny anecdotes and jokes, and it kept him from losing his mind most days. Lucky for both of them, they had perfected a tracking system so they could teleport letters, portraits and presents back and forth, bypassing the regular system. It helped time pass and it kept Loki’s sense of humor intact on days where all he wanted was to escape royal life.

It wasn’t odd for Loki to wake up to a room full of blackberry infused ale, or daffodils in blossom, and some other seasonal foods. It was quite the feat to explain to Frigga why he had so many turnips in his room before he sent them all to the kitchens. But the Queen knew to keep his secret and would help her son ensure gifts from Sigyn ended up where they needed to go, though Loki did prefer to keep the ale for himself.

The letters were also full of less pleasant things. Loki’s nightmares had made a comeback, and they were getting worse. Visions of him in an icy tomb, surrounded by bright blue cold light, where the most frequent. Other times he would be surrounded by darkness, no wind, no sound, lifeless. Sometimes he could even swear there was something calling to him in the dark, but he would jolt awake, covered in frost, before he could figure it out. He spent most of his free time in the library, trying to find an explanation, but most of what he found presented more questions than answers and made no sense.

Loki could not tell this to anyone. Thor wouldn’t care, Frigga wouldn’t be able to help him and Odin would probably berate him for not controlling his powers. As if I could control them while asleep. Sigyn was the only person who he knew could trust with this, and though she was too far away to really help him, she still sent him medicinal herbs, sleeping potions (dreamless sleep was better than no sleep, after all) and comfort food he would not find in Asgard. In addition, she would also send copies of manuscripts she thought could help him.

During the day, Loki fell into a routine, keeping his mind busy to keep out of his own head and fill the endless hours of the day. He was obliged to attend certain diplomatic meetings but only as an observer and only to learn more about running the kingdom. Forced to wear his ceremonial uniform - horns and all - Loki loathed them, but was still far more observant of visiting ambassadors than he let on. It was him who picked up on it each time one would try to lie or trick the Allfather, and after some time Odin wanted to use his skill at every meeting. It was a thankless job, but Loki knew he had to make himself indispensable to gain the Allfather’s trust, so he performed his duty with a sort of reluctant sense of responsibility. For the first time in almost his entire life, Odin stopped insulting him at every opportunity, and replaced his mistrust with indifference. Loki was no longer followed by Odin’s blasted ravens, or by the Einherjar, everywhere he went.

Even while being used, Loki found a measure of freedom in Asgard at last.

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My Queen:

It’s been decades and I still can’t get used to being here.

I’ve been made very aware in more than one occasion that this is a world built for warriors, and I am not one of them. Thor has tried to include me in his tiny clique, but he insists on mocking my powers, unless he can make use of them.

“Some do battle, while others do tricks,” he says - but he’s perfectly happy with my “tricks” saving him, and then taking all the credit when an incursion goes well. In any case, is not like Odin would congratulate me, as he dislikes me using my magic when I‘m supposed to be using weapons and considers sorcery to be the cheater’s way. Nothing ever satisfies his impossible standards.

I must admit that I’ve used magic for more than saving my brother’s behind, though.

Fandral has gotten no more amenable, and wastes no opportunity to make crude remarks about my magic and my shapeshifting. This of course only happens whenever Thor isn’t around, the spineless worm. But I finally got my revenge.

In a recent trip, I suggested I used my female form, as the ruler of said realm was a fierce woman who wanted nothing to do with negotiations as long as Odin or Thor were conducting them. I thought, very accurately, she would be more lenient if a woman was the representative. To everyone’s surprise, except mine, it worked, and now interrealm relations are advancing.

That evening, in the revels of it, Fandral once again tried to make advances on me. This time, I was prepared. I had been working on a little something for some time, and it was the perfect opportunity to lace his drink with a very special concoction.

He spent the next two full days as a pig! His tiny brain managed to keep him safe from the slaughterhouse. Once the effect wore off, he tried to blame me for it, but he had no proof. Besides, it’s not the first time he has gone missing for a couple of days. Most believe his excuses just got out of hand.

I must say, potion making isn’t fun and it will probably never be my strong point, but the results are very satisfactory. Hopefully the goateed swine has learned at least a small lesson about underestimating me.

I believe the time has almost come for my father to be informed of our engagement, though if and when it happens it won’t likely be made public knowledge until after Thor’s coronation, which is at least another half century or more away. But it will stop Odin from discussing my possible marital prospects involving Aesir nobility for the foreseeable future. I will tell you as soon as I am able to do it.

-L

PS: Please, tell Gwyn her blackberry pie was delicious, and that without her here to tell me not to eat it in one sitting, I ate it in one sitting.

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My King:

Gwyn is both very pleased and very cross with your message. I could still hear her muttering about your sweet tooth and lack of self control well into dinner time.

I kind of want to feel sorry for Fandral, or at least tell you to make productive use of what you’ve learned. But I’m not going to, cause I am imagining a pig with a blond goatee, and I wish you could have kept some register of it.

As for our engagement, I have no better news than you.

My cousin, Princess Frikka of Vanaheim, has announced her betrothal and upcoming wedding. Every and all announcements will be on hold until after she weds and the new future king is presented. Her fiancé comes from one of the oldest houses on the realm and has been around the royal family probably since he was born. Surprisingly enough, they chose each other, which leads me to believe he must have some integrity and intelligence in him. Frikka is smart and strong willed, she wouldn’t suffer a fool.

I am guessing that for a ceremony of this magnitude and significance, Asgard will be sending Thor in Odin’s behalf. If you want me to, I can brew something to turn him into a goat.

-S

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Sigyn:

In an unsuspected turn of events, my father has decided I’m the one to represent Asgard in Princess Frikka’s upcoming wedding. Thor, as usual, wants nothing to do with diplomatic visits or ceremonial commitments, and my father is once again incapable of putting his foot down with him.

I do regret that you will miss the chance to turn Thor into a goat. But there’s always more ceremonies and weddings, including our own, where you can try that out.

I look forward to see you in Vanaheim next fortnight. The prospect of you being there and seeing you again is the only thing that will keep me sane.

-L

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The week leading to the event, Loki found himself excited by the thought of reuniting with Sigyn, and wanted to do something special for her. For this, he enlisted his mother’s help, as he had no clue of where to get the gift he had in mind.

Loki had discussed their unofficial engagement with his mother several times in length, and while he knew the Queen had indeed informed Odin, it was rather odd that the Allfather hadn’t talked to him about it in person.

Loki wanted to question this decision, maybe even talk to his father himself. Odin had always been very adamant in controlling everything in his life. Why all of a sudden did he seem to not care about it? Or maybe he was looking for a reason to forbid Loki from marrying Sigyn, thus stopping him from leaving Asgard for good? Loki wouldn’t put it past Odin to do such a thing. It wasn’t until much later that the reason behind Odin’s silence became clearer.

As much as they tried to hide it, Odin’s dwindling health was a well-known secret. The whispers and rumors had not gone unnoticed by Loki. This only meant the palace would be making arrangements sooner than planned to proclaim Thor as King. Loki couldn’t help but feel bitter about it: as usual, he was being pushed aside for his brother to shine.

Yet, he had no time to dwell on it. Diplomatic trips weren’t something Asgard took lightly, least of all now, when such an important ceremony was involved. Loki had to get a proper outfit, take time to study and relearn some of Vanaheim ceremonial etiquette, and find Sigyn her gift.

When the day came, Loki found himself rather excited by the prospect of spending a few days away from Asgard. He told himself the butterflies in his stomach were from the responsibility invested on him to represent Asgard and the Nine Realms. They had nothing to do with seeing Sigyn again, of course not. Still, there was a little skip in his step when he and Frigga made way to the Bifrost chamber.

As in all the realms, Vanaheim had a special landing site for the Bifrost. It was very similar to the Alfheim one, except the stones that made the circle were blue. A wide stone road led out to the capitol, while other smaller dirt pathways led out to several shrines. Loki knew these were teleporting spots, portals that connected Vanaheim to other realms besides Asgard. Loki made way to the white Alfheim shrine to wait for Sigyn. His fingers traced the white stone, covered in familiar leaf patterns, and smiled to himself. His nostalgia was interrupted by a bright silver flash coming from the inside of the shrine.

Loki straightened himself and stood by the door and waited for Sigyn to come out. And what a vision she was. Her linen and silk dress was several shades of green, with golden leaves embroidered on the fabric that shimmered in the midday sun, making it look as if the light was going through the foliage of a tree. The golden and white sash on her waist was modeled after branches, and matched the design of the tiara on her head. Blue, red and yellow jewels embedded in the metal resembled little flowers.

Rendered temporarily speechless, Loki shook his head. In an attempt to get rid of the awkward atmosphere, he bowed theatrically, taking Sigyn’s hand and kissing it.

“Your majesty.” Loki chuckled.

“Your highness.” Sigyn bowed as well, trying to stifle a laugh. “What’s with the antlers?”

“Har-har,” Loki said, unamused. “Ceremonial regalia. It’s supposed to be intimidating, I think. I plan to get rid of it as soon as I’m allowed.” Sigyn’s face was red, and her lips pressed in a tight line as she tried not to giggle. “Laugh now, get it out of your system unless you want to enter the Realm looking like a strawberry,” he teased, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry!!” She broke down in hysterics, holding Loki’s arm to steady herself. “I’m sorry…” Finally she took a deep breath. “I’m fine now.” Loki stared blankly at her, and Sigyn broke down laughing again, unsuccessfully apologizing.

Loki shook his head a took a deep breath, smiling despite of himself while he waited for Sigyn to stop. She had tears in her eyes when the fit finally subsided.

“Okay, I am fine now. We can go.” Sigyn smiled at him.

He smiled back offering his arm for her to grab it. “You look beautiful.”

Loki and Sigyn were led into a carriage that transported them to the castle. Conversation was light and amenable, and Loki felt like he was floating on air sitting next to Sigyn again, becoming aware every few minutes that she had grown in his absence and blushing at this observation. Sigyn gently placed her hand over his as they approached the castle, openly gaping at the sight of the carved crystal palace.

Clearly Asgard doesn’t have the monopoly on gaudy castles, Loki mused, both amused and impressed at the Vanir capitol. The entire entryway was a giant blue crystal that thrust toward the sky like a beacon, its edges perfect and straight. At the tip of the crystal was a smaller but no less impressive crystal that Loki assumed was a massive diamond, by the way it refracted the natural sunlight into sparkling rainbows everywhere the light touched. Even the stone pathway leading to the castle glittered with every shift of the light.

“Look at it,” Sigyn breathed, her free hand resting on her chest in awe. “I haven’t been here since I was a child and the beauty of the castle still arrests me.”

The carriage stopped in front of the castle door and a servant assisted both of them out onto the front steps, bowing low and gesturing widely toward the open door to invite them in. Loki offered his arm to Sigyn and she gracefully placed her hand on his forearm, giving it a reassuring stroke with her thumb.

Already the front part of the castle was full to capacity with guests from other realms. Loki recognized a few members of nobility from Alfheim and Asgard and cringed inwardly. He was expected to play the part of the royal representative but he wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. Politely greeting people along the way as they bowed their heads to him, Loki led Sigyn through the throng and past the crystal door frame and heavy white amethyst doors leading into the throne room.

Loki had learned in his studies that Asgard was unique in its showcasing of ceremonial events, so he knew that no one would see the newlyweds until after their vows, since the Vanir preferred privacy for their weddings. The party would take place later. There were only a few people in the throne room aside from himself and Sigyn, and he could hear muffled voices in an adjoining room, where he assumed the happy couple were tying the knot right then.

The throne room itself was just as grand as the rest of the castle they had seen so far, nearly every surface all gleaming crystal and perfect edges. It was almost disorienting to the eye, the stark contrast between the sharp lines of the room and the organic curves of the people in it. The ceiling sloped up into a point and the blue crystal caused the room to be bathed in blue light that made one feel as though the room was underwater. Perched atop a white crystal dais, the throne itself was carved from several slabs of gold-laced white quartz. It was the only cushioned surface in the room, as the King likely spent a fair amount of time sitting on it. While beautiful, it was a kind of cold beauty that Loki found rather abrasive compared to the lush and green lands he had grown up in.  

Sigyn’s hand squeezed Loki’s arm and he turned to see her practically jumping up and down with excitement after seeing someone. She looked up at Loki with a smile before bounding off to greet a woman Loki recognized as her mother’s sister. He had met her a few times during his stay in Alfheim and knew she and Sigyn had a close bond.

Excited chatter began to filter from the ceremonial chambers and Loki supposed it was nearly time for the couple to make their entrance. As if on cue, more and more guests came from the foyer to mingle, and Loki suddenly felt as though the air was getting thicker by the second. Whether it was the dense group of people, or the flickering blue light that filled the room as the sun raised higher in the sky and which reminded him of his dreams, he could feel a chill brewing in his chest and he had to get out of there quickly before he made a scene.

As subtly as he could, Loki slipped through the crowd as the new Vanir Prince and Princess emerged amidst loud cheering from the ceremonial chambers, followed by the King and Queen and a High Priestess. His fingertips tingled with cold and he gasped for breath when he finally found a second door that led out to a balcony overlooking the castle gardens. Quietly he approached the railing and closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of the river below. Surely no one would notice him gone, even with the conspicuous absence of the ridiculous horns he had to wear.

Loki leaned on the railing and willed his breathing to slow and tried to ignore the clamor of voices insides. His eyes flew open in surprise when he felt a hand grasping his. Standing there patiently, her hair and skirt blowing gently in the breeze, was Sigyn, her soft brown eyes full of concern. She stroked his hand with her thumb and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you okay?” Sigyn meant it sincerely, and took his other hand in hers. “Want me to go back in with you?”

Loki considered this for a moment, and shook his head. “Not yet,” he murmured. “Just stay here with me.”

Sigyn returned his smile and leaned against his shoulder, still holding his hands. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, and Loki could sense his tension evaporating more as he moved his hands to pull her closer. Warmed by the sun, Sigyn’s hair smelled like roses, and the scent reminded him of all the time they spent together in Alfheim, the bond they shared, and the future he hoped to share with her.

“I nearly forgot,” Loki mumbled, freeing one hand to dig in his leather pockets. “I have something for you.” Finally he found it, and pulled it out for Sigyn to see. A quiet gasp was all Sigyn could muster when she saw the thin but elegant gold ring, the design made of intricate knots interwoven with branches and leaves.

“I promised you a real engagement ring, remember?”

Sigyn nodded wordlessly, her mouth still hanging open, eyes misting over. She held up her left hand and Loki was touched to see the original ring he had given her, a gold band from one of his braids that was covered in scuffs and scratches. He replaced it with the new ring, which fit perfectly and would last longer, and Sigyn grinned wide and stood up on her toes to press her lips to his. The sudden kiss surprised Loki but he held her like that for a few extra seconds before she took a step back to admire the ring.

Her smile vanished, however, when she looked past Loki toward the door.

“Erik.”

<< Chapter 16  –  Chapter 18 >>

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TPR072318 - Rebuilding (Finale)

Zacharia marveled at what he saw before him, the strength of his people. Nearly all of them were farmers, and most had never seen any kind of hardship in their lives aside from a few dry seasons. Yet here they were, in the frigid cold with a dusting of snow already forming on the ground, working nonetheless to restore the house of Damu. It was backbreaking, dirty, work to be sure. The removal of shattered stone and jade, the dismantling of the maze, disposing of the horrific items of torture made for brows and bare chests glistening with sweat despite the bitter chill. He smiled. Yes, his people were strong.

“So many years with the Guardians, protecting the realm, I still am awed by all the things you miss by being among the people.”

Dorian smiled, looking up from the building plans spread out upon the makeshift table. “Yes, people never cease to surprise you with what they are capable of. The evil as well as the good.”

Zacharia nodded, looking up towards the sky. The clouds overhead were thick, making it difficult to find the sun, to tell how long they had been at it this morning. He wondered if he should call for a rest, or if they would even accept such a thing. The entire town had come determined to bring their temple back into order as quickly as possible. Before long, the planting season would be upon them.

“How much longer do you think it will be before we see our liberators?”

“Not long yet.” Lyliwillan dismissed the miller’s daughter to fetch the stable-master. The pile of debris had grown unmanageable and the time had come to cart it away for disposal. “Even giving them a day for complications, I would expect to see them quite soon.”

“You have done so much already brother Samaritans, I’m sure your presence is required elsewhere.” Zacharia was grateful for the assistance, but he was not about to impose upon his brothers past welcome. Although his confidence shaken at first, he now felt he had things well in hand. 

He could not be a protector to these people, a leader, not in the way he was used to. No, there was no tower for him to watch, no spear to hold, no border to maintain here. Watching them now, he felt that perhaps the answer lay instead with treating them as equals, brothers in arms. The Guardians all worked together to maintain their posts with little need for rank or positions of power over another. Working as a family, they achieved so much with so little. Perhaps that was the key to guiding Orlane into the future.

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Killian carefully checked the wooden axle rods on the old cart. It could carry a load of hay bails just fine, some lumber for firewood sure, but a large load of stone and detrius? He hoped she would hold. Just to be on the safe side he would have likely have to make several trips. He looked towards the young man that looked a little too much like him at that age, gently adjusting the bridles of the workhorses.

“Marlene’s girl said were in need of another axe if we can spare it. Go fetch the one out back.”

“I heard her, it’s already in the cart. Figure I should grab my hatchet too?”

Killan leaned over and saw that indeed, the tool had been carefully laid in place. Lad’s got a set of ears on him, that’s for sure. “Couldn’t hurt I reckon.”

He watched as the boy leaped up the front steps and disappeared through the front door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar face making his way up the road. Galumak, strode up to the gate, leaning against the post and nodded in welcome.

“Told you I’d be back.”

“So you did. Man of your word you are. These your companions?”

Galumak motioned with the tilting of his head, pulling out a frosted bottle filled with a dark red liquid. A finer bottle than Killian had seen in quite some time. “Lash, and Raam.”

“Then I owe all three of you my thanks. You brought this town back to us all.” Killan extended a hand and firmly shook first the elf’s, than the strange tiefling’s. He did his best to compose himself, but he couldn’t help but let himself be overtaken by the relief and mirth he felt swelling within him.

“You have no idea...my children have a place to grow up again.”

“Say no more of it, it was an honor to serve my queen by helping her people.” The teifling, Raam let the faintest smile slip past the otherwise stoic demeanor. He had never met one of these creatures before, some say they were no more than devils who had fooled others into thinking otherwise. This one seemed a good a man as any.

“We just came from the Mayor’s...” Galumak let the comment hang in the air. He figured Killian didn’t have to be told what they found there.

“Aye, the town’s good to have that family. Mayor’s up there with the lot of them at the temple, and she and the youngun’s are tending to the displaced.”

“How long do you think it will take before things get back to normal?”

“Hard to tell.” Killian leaned against the cart looking up into the sky, letting the light snow fall on his face. “People feel betrayed by their own blood, their neighbors. Magic or not, that kind of thing isn’t easy to get over. It’ll take some time, but we’ll get back on our feet I reckon.”

That was good enough for Galumak, without saying a word of farewell, he righted himself and turned town the street.

“Before you leave, come back and see me yeah?”

The half-orc smiled and nodded.

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“Well, speak of the King and he shall appear.” Dorian’s grin was wide despite himself and soon he found he was quickly making his way to intercept the small group of adventurers as they made their way into the temple gates.

“Well met Brother, well met and well done indeed!” He offered Raam a hearty slap on the back before extending a hand to the other two. “I eagerly await your stories, as I am sure it is something deserving to be sung about.”

“I shall provide the wine this evening, Dorian and I have been saving  it for something special.” Lyliwillan offered a wink, still leaning over the plans on the table, beside him one of the villagers patiently waited for his next orders.

“We won’t say ‘no’ to that, but we were just doing our duty.” Raam did his best to keep his composure, he wasn’t used to recieving such praise for his actions. Thus was the life of a Samaritan. It was a thankless job much of the time, but one did not do it for the thanks. He then turned to the Mayor.

“We left the returned with your wife and children, from what she tells us there will be an adjustment period ahead of them.”

“Yes, it is unfortunate but at the very least their minds are once again their own.”

“Looks like you wasted no time getting things back to normal?” Lash looked around them, the courtyard was bustling with activity. A large pile of detrius was ready and waiting for Killian’s cart that was just now making its way up the hill. The lesser priests, free of the charm, wandered the grounds with burning bundles of sage. Murmurs of prayer drifted from their lips as the pushed away the taint that had fallen over the sacred grounds. Inside, the sounds of tools prying away more and more boards from the basement can just faintly be heard over the low drone.

“That was all their doing.” Zacharia smiled, motioning his head towards the common folk running about. “As soon as the veil lifted, they wanted return the house of Damu back into proper order. They still pray to the Queen of course but...given the circumstances.”

“Whatever helps them through this.” Raam understood, his faith had not faltered any in the past several months. He remained devoted to his Queen. He still kept her pendent around his neck, said his prayers, and made tithing to her church when he was in the larger cities. However, the feeling of her absence could not be ignored. It was as if a hole had been left in all their lives, gaping wide, all prayers echoed back to them from the depths of the void.

“This town cannot thank you enough for what you have done. I cannot thank you enough.”

“Think nothing of it.” Raam and Zacharia clasped forearms for a hearty shake that was then passed around to Lash and Raam. Each felt the warmth and strength of the man in his shake, and a deep sense of gratitude he couldn’t possibly express.

“So, where do you go from here I wonder?” Dorian asked, crossing his arms across his chest. “I imagine few things will match up to tussling with a Naga.”

“I can only hope so.” Raam laughed.

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“I’m serious, we’ve got a significant haul here.” Lash sinched their magical bag of holding found in the hoard of the serpent God. This was the third time this morning they had opened it to marvel at the contents. Gold, silver, gems, all piled deeper than the bag should physically be able to hold. Not even with the thieve’s guild had they seen so much money.

“We should go to Hookhill.”

“’We?’“ Galumak crooked an eye.

“Why not? We make a good team I think.” They turned a head back to Raam.

“I have no orders at the moment.” Raam shrugged with indifference. Samaritans were normally a solitary lot, but if pushed, he would have to say he didn’t mind the company of these two.

“See? Raam’s on board. We can get some serious equipment in the city, stock up on supplies, maybe even have a little fun while we’re at it.”

“I’m curious to find out what you would consider ‘fun.’“ The stable master’s house was approaching quickly. Galumak had promised to return before they had left. They had stayed on for a few days to help with repairs, rest, and enjoy the company of the newly freed people of the town, but the time had come for them to move on. Where he would go next, he still had yet to decide, and Lash had yet to sell him on the idea of Hookhill.

“What most people consider fun. Inns. Inns, taverns, pubs...in other words, fresh ale and full bellies to the songs of minstrels and the jokes of jesters.”

“...how many Inns?”

“Trust me, you’ll be practically swimming in ale and wine. What we need first though is transportation if we’re going to get all that loot to the city.”

“We are going to see the stable master,” Raam offered. “Perhaps he has a horse he can sell us.”

“Not to mention a real cart.” Lash was reminded of the makeshift monstrocity they had constructed in the Naga’s lair. Really, it was nothing more than a few empty barrels spooled with a pole arm and several planks laid on top. It did the job well enough getting things back to town, but no way would it suffice for the long journey to the city.

Killian heard the murmuring of familiar voices heading down the main thoroughfare towards the front gate. Turning back from a particularly stubborn stone in the stable he smiled to see his two daughters in the front yard. As the three adventurer’s passed, once strangers, always people of races that neither of them had seen much of, they both smiled and waved. What difference a few days make. Far from the mousy young girls who fled into the house not that long ago.

“Morning, need a hand?” Galumak noticed the sweat on the man’s brow, the flush in his face. He leaned heavily on the shovel in his hands, clearly worn out from the exertion of trying to dig out the troublesome rock half buried behind him.

“Naw, just a matter of leverage. Appreciate the offer.” The man nodded his thanks, noticing the traveling cloaks resting on the shoulders of all three. “I take it you’re heading out?”

“It’s time. Orlane is back in it’s own hands.”

“Thanks to you three. Where you headed?”

Galumak looked over to Lash beside him, an almost pleading look upon their face. He heaved a sigh of resignation. “I suppose we’ll be headed to Hookhill.”

“Yes!” Lash almost exploded in excitement. “We have a significant amount of...luggage...to cart with us. We were wondering if you had a horse and carriage you can sell us?”

“Well, now.” The man smiled to the ground, plunging the shovel into the earth so it might stand upright without him. “We can certainly talk about the carriage, as for the horse...” Trailing off there, he opened the gate to the stables and ushered them in, leading the three back to where several horses were in their pens, each with a feedbag gently strapped to their head.

“Funny you mention it, remember I told you to come see me before you left?” Killian stopped at a chestnut mare with a dusty black mane. A milky white spot sat on her flank and two more on her fore legs that looked almost like stockings. “She’s not too fast, but she’s got a strong back.”

A flood of emotions welled up within Galumak he found hard to keep in check. In his years he had seen scorn, hatred, fear, and social indifference turned his way because of his blood. He found that prejudice wasn’t picky, it was found in all kinds. Rich and pore. The educated and the illiterate. Human, Elf, Gnome, and Halfling alike. Yet here in this small town in the small, old fashioned region of Sylvin, he found compassion in this man, even kindness.

He clapped the man squarely on the shoulder, unable to keep the tears welling in his eyes from trailing down his cheeks. “Thank you, Killian.”

“Galumak, you old softie.” Lash smiled, playfully offering a punch to the shoulder. The moment passed, Galumak ground his knuckles into the top of their head in return. To his surprise, Raam found himself laughing.

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Merida and Hiccup’s wedding day-part 2

Chapter 2

"Merida,are you awake? " Queen Elinor softly called from outside Merida's door. "Are you awake love" still no answer, she was used to this for her daughter would rather be in bed, if Merida had her way, but then Elinor thought Merida couldn't possibly be asleep as she would be too excited.

After a few moments, there was still no response, Elinor opened the door to find the room was empty. The Queen sighed, it wasn't the first time this had happened. Elinor was wondering were Merida had gone, she began to think how Merida must be feeling right now, she herself rembered being in a similar situation to her daughter, she remembered feeling both excited yet scared. "Maybe some time alone will help her, before the chaos began" Elinor thought. There were still so many things to be done so she went to the great hall where the afternoon celebration was to be held.

The hall was a hive of activity, many people were working, finishing the decorations, sorting the food, flowers and other details. Elinor was to check to see over their work when she heard.

"Have you seen the Bride?"

"No, have you seen the Groom?"

Elinor over heard two servauts panicking, she was about to calm them both when a another voice called out " What about my son?" She recognisa it as Valka, Hiccup's mother.

"Yes lady Haddock" one of servants said,

"No, no, just Valka please" Valka kindly insisted.

"Oh, Sorry, I went to check on your son but he was not there"

"It's ok" The Queen said as she came over " they both will return soon so no need to fret".

"Yes, your majesty" the servants both bowed and took their leave.

"He is probably flying on Toothless by now as usual" Valka said with a smile

Elinor chuckled sofly "Merida will be riding across the woods by now, sometimes I still see Merida as that wee girl who couldn't leave her father's side"

Valka joined in her laughter " same with Hiccup, one day they're in nappies, needing attention and the next they are saving lives and bringing kingdoms to peace"

They smiled to another, Elinor thought back to when they first met. She, Stoick and Gobber were searching for Hiccup and Merida after dragon trappers where near the kingdom, they searched until they found a ice cave. While the Viking men searched for their children, the queen came across to Valka and two began to fight until the others arrived. Soon the two women became great friends and Elinor sometimes lent her dresses to Valka as she had today Valka was looking regal wearing a dark green dress with light brown sleeves.

It wasn't just Valka, Hiccup's friends, Gobber and most of the Vikings of Berk had all arrived. The clans of MacGuffin, Dingwall and Macintosh were also attendanceing .

"What is this about Merida and Hiccup" called Astrid, the blonde Viking approached the two older women, she almost tripped on her dress. "Stupid dress" she murmured underher breath.

" Aye they'er away but hopefully they will return soon, it's their big day after all " Elinor answered her, as Astrid fixed her blue dress. Like Merida, Astrid didn't care for wearing fancy gowns they were used only for special occasions in DunBrock.

" I knew it would happen...both chickened out" they heard a male voice call and Snoutlout walked up. " Its just too much for them to handle"

"Are you nuts?" Another called out "those two are crazy for one another, I'm surprised that babies haven't appeared when they look at each other" it was Gobber as he joined the group, "nothing will stop those two"

Snoutlout wanted to argue but even he knew the old Viking was right, so he just said "Well, never say never" and with that, he turn and searched for his dragon who was being decorated with flowers by a group of young children.

As Snotlout left King Fergus arrived " I've been hearing a rumour about the bride and groom"

"Yes, yes, but hopefully both will return shortly" Elinor said but something caught her eyes " Oh lord help me, BOYS! no eating the pastries" she was shouting at her pre teen sons, Hamish, Hubert and Harris who at moment were scoffing down cakes. On hearing their mother they had froze with frosting and crumbs around their mouths "Wash and dress before the ceremony begins, NOW!" the boys dropped the remains of the food back on their plates and quickly scrambled away. In the past they usually got away with trouble but since the wedding was announced and plans were in motion, their mum told them off more and kept finding them and gave them lots of jobs to do. The boys hoped that after today, things would go back to normal.

"Well, I think I should check on the bonfire. Astrid, you don't mind helping out? Odin isn't blessing this marriage with out one" Gobber stated. Gobber and Astrid left to see to the dragons.

The King knew his Queen wasn't herself , she had been so busy with all the planning for the wedding, it was their daughter wedding after all and there hadn't been a royal wedding since their own.

"Elinor love" he softly said " You should calm down. Your a bit on edge"

"I know, but I need everything to be perfect" the Queen explained as she fix some flowers.

"But today is the day"

"And that doesn't mean I should stop, there still so much to do"

"Well what I'm trying to say is that when your planning a big event, your usually go...

"Fergus! I don't go crazy", then Elinor sighed deeply. He pulled out a chair, he gestured to it and his wife sat down he took her hand and gently rubbed it.

"Elinor, you do know it is our daughter's wedding. I think the last thing she would want is her mum losing her temper " Elinor knew he was right. Ever if Elinor was organising the wedding, Merida wanted to have her say, Merida really wanted an outdoor ceremony because she and Hiccup's loved being outside.

"You're right, I am tired but it's worth it just to see Merida smile" Elinor expressed with a weary smile.

Fergus kissed his wife on her forehead " Maybe when the newlyweds are off on their honeymoon, how's about we try to have a bit of time together, perhaps we've could have a 2nd honeymoon" he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Valka was watching them she smiled, they reminded her of the times she and her husband had spent together. Valka treasured her memories of happy times she had spent with Stoick.

"Well then, I think we should check on the bag pipers" Elinor said to Fergus but Up came Fishlegs.

"Ur...beg you pardon my queen but with the dragons around, are you sure it's ok to play the bagpipes" he remembered that the dragons had once acted strangely when bagpipes were played.

"Nonsense, it is traditional to play them at a wedding" she answered as she linked her arm with her husbands.

"Yes, but there's a high chance of... "Fishlegs said as he followed them, Valka watched them disappear before she decided to check on her dragon, Cloudjumper.

"Woo-hoo!"

Hiccup shouted out as he and Toothless flew down and over the woods on the highlands, no matter how times they flew it was still an amazing feeling.

"What about a rest over there bud?" Hiccup said pointing at a cliff edge. Toothless purred and then landed, Hiccup jumped down and layed against a large rock. "I wonder what Merida's doing?" He asked Toothless "probably still asleep " Hiccup knew his princess would rather curl up in bed than be up and out at the crack of dawn.

Hiccup had shut his eyes as he felt the wind on his face, Toothless noticed something on the other side of the rock. The Night Fury went to investigate and to his surprise, it was Merida.

"Toothless!" Merida said in shock.

"MERIDA!" Hiccup cried out.

Merida started to walk over to Hiccup, "No Mer, don't look. It's bad luck if we see each other before the ceremony" he quickly said. Merida stopped, she would love to see her Viking and hug him but couldn't, so she sat down where she was, at least they could talk now they were together. "Out of all the rocks in DunBrock, we pick the exact same one" Hiccup said, this made her chuckle.

"We must have good taste in rocks" Merida joked, Hiccup laughed at her bad joke. The two both looked out toward the view from where they were "It's such a beautiful day" Merida commented.

"Yeah, it is" Hiccup agreed as Toothless met up with Angus.

"I just can't believe today is our big day" She said

"I know. I do wish it was small, a quick ceremony without any fuss"

"Me too but knowing mum she wanted to make it the event of the decade" Merida said before mimicking a classy voice and said "We never a wedding for a lifetime so it will be a grand celebration in your honour"

The Viking smiled and let out a laugh at her acting, ever though he couldn't see it, her voice was enough. "Yeah but it's just today, tomorrow will calm down.

"Aye just today" Merida repeated but Hiccup could hear a bit of sadness.

"What's wrong"

"Nothing"

"Mer, you know you can't fool me"

The Scottish princess sighed deeply. Hiccup always knew if Merida was angry or upset, she usually wouldn't express her thoughts to anyone but she would tell him openly about her feelings. That's one of the things she loved about being with Hiccup.

"I am just...worried about...about" Merida manage to say but was afraid to continue. She felt Hiccup gently squeeze her hand.

"Hey, it's ok" Hiccup softly said.

"I just worried about...our future" she managed to say.

"Our future?, Mer our future is a happy one and yeah there will be difficult time for sure but we have been there before and we have come through, we'll deal with any problems together." Hiccup said reassuringly to his future wife.

She nodded even if he couldn't see it. "It's not just that, I am afraid that...that" she couldn't finish. Merida wanted to say that they might change and fall out of love, but now thought he might call off the wedding because of her fears. But her Viking wouldn't do that for he was as scared as her for the whats to come.

He gave his princess's hand another squeeze "It"s ok, I'm nervous too but we can get through it like we always have" He felt Merida giving his hand a comforting squeeze "and nothing is set in stone, so are future is made by us"

so the bride to be sighed deeply "If I could I'd be kissing you right now" she admitted, then she heard Hiccup chuckle softly

"Well, we have to save that for later" he replied, it was then that Toothless and Angus came up to there owners. Merida patted her horse's nose as Hiccup rubbed Toothless on his face.

"We'd better get back, before anyone realises we're gone" Hiccup remarked

"I think they will already know" Merida replied "It will be fine, this wouldn't be first time we've run late for an important event"

'Well there are the usual parties and banquets that you don't mind being 5 minutes late for" Hiccup added. Merida let out a small laugh as Toothless gave her a tiny lick on her check and then rubbed his face to Merida as he purred.

After this the dragon rejoined his rider "Will I leave first or do you want to go first?, because you rode here on Angus and is longer to back and..."

"No you go first, I want to enjoy this lovely day a bit longer" Merida inturuped him mostly because Hiccup would fumble for the words, he used to do it a lot as a teen but less now he's got older, she sometimes still see's the shy, funny, good-hearted boy she'd fell for.

"Well until we meet again milady" Merida heared Hiccup say and then felt her hand being lifted and felt a kiss. Merida smiled to herself as she close her eyes, she then felt wind blow of her face. Opening her eyes she could see Hiccup and toothless flying in the distance.

When she couldn't see them, Merida got up and petted Angus.

"Come on Angus, there's a wedding to get too" Merida said. She and her horse rode back toward the castle, still hoping no one would notice that she and Hiccup had been missing.

[wandering-bard-from-the-id]

Daughters of Arendelle - Chapter 25

Part I - Bonding

Here’s a link to FF.Net for chapters 1-24

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12222767/1/Daughters-of-Arendelle

Chapter 25

Sept. 12, 1840

“Come on.” Anna’s laughter echoed through the tower as she bounced up the stairs. She pushed open the door, flooding the shadows with sunlight. Her head ducked against the blinding light, taking a moment for her eyes to adjust.

Careful not to step on the clock figure tracks, she moved to the center of the tower.

Behind her a little gasp caught her attention.  

Elsa stood in the doorway gazing at the town and fjord laid out below. “It’s been so long…I’d forgotten how beautiful the view is.”

“I know. I haven’t been up here since Hans and I…” Elsa caught the flash of anger in Anna’s face before she turned away. “it’s been awhile.”  

“Anna, if you want to talk about…”

“I don’t want to talk about it…about him.” She stepped to the edge and slammed a basket down, causing the contents to rattle.

Elsa opened her mouth, then thought better of it. Hans was a subject she had to tread lightly on with her sister. It had taken some prodding to get past Anna’s perfected habit of brushing things off with a smile or joke. She’s had thirteen years of practice, the thought brought with it a fresh wave of guilt. Once her walls were down Anna had told her everything, from the meeting on the docks, to being abandoned to die alone, in the study. It had taken every ounce of restraint not to order Admiral Halldor to ready her ship for a trip to the Southern Isles. She hadn’t really thought about what she would do once she found the little worm, but she knew it would involve pain, a lot of pain. Enough, she thought, squeezing her fists against the ice rolling in her veins, today is about celebration. I’ll not let that worm take this from us.

“Come on, let’s eat.” Anna flopped down and scooted forward, to dangle her feet over the edge.

“Anna!” Fear stole Elsa’s breath away as she rushed from the doorway, reaching for her. “What are you doing? Get away from the edge!” She stopped short of touching the younger woman, scared she might bump her off the ledge.

“Why? Come on, sit.” Anna patted the spot next to her. “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you fall.”

“Very funny.” Elsa willed her heart to stop racing as she eased down next to her. “I seem to remember, you nearly giving Mother a heart attack the first time you did that.”

“I seem to remember it was your idea.”

Elsa ducked her head to hide a grin. “Well, it is a great view.”

“Yes, it is.” Anna began rummaging through the basket. “See, a nice quiet place away from the crowds, but still part of the festival.”

Elsa’s gaze turned to the crowd gathered below. “What are people going to think when they see the Royal family, lounging atop the clock tower?”

“They’ll be jealous they didn’t think of it first.” From the basket she pulled out two brown corked bottles of apple cider and handed them to Elsa. “Here, chill these, please.”

“I’m not your personal ice box.” Elsa took the bottles and pulled the corks free, before causing a faint coat of frost to appear on the glass.

“Actually, you kinda are.” She took out a paper wrapped sandwich, and checked the contents before handing it off to Elsa.

“If I didn’t think you’d fall, I’d drop a snowball down your blouse.”

“See, personal snowball maker, too. You have many purposes.”

Elsa took the sandwich, handing her a bottle in exchange. “Just wait till we’re on level ground again, you little goof.”

Anna chuckled, raising her bottle. “To our first festival together in forever. May there be many, many more.”

“Too Many, many more.” Elsa replied, tapping her bottle against the other. “Skoal.”

Anna raised her bottle in salute. “Skoal.”

They each took a sip.

“Wow, that’s really good. We should try chilling other drinks.” Anna took another sip.

“Yes, we should.” Elsa giggled, taking a bite of her sandwich.

“I’ve got krumkake for dessert.”

“And chocolate.” Elsa wiped at the corner of her mouth with a thumb. “Don’t think I didn’t see you raiding the chocolate vendor.” She took another sip of cider, savoring the sweet drink before sitting the bottle aside.

“Yes, I have chocolate. But that’s for later.”

Elsa hummed around a bite of sandwich.

Above the houses and buildings the sea breeze was a bit stronger. It ruffled their hair as it passed through. Elsa thought she caught a faint hint of crocuses mixed in with the smell of the sea.

Seagulls soared over the fjord, several dove for fish. The rest squawked as they braved the crowded square for dropped treasures.  

From the crowd below a steady dim of noise drown out the sounds of the waves on the shore and docks. Every so often a high pitched squeal came from the children playing in the square.

Elsa spied Sara at the edge of the street. She jumped away from a little boy who was trying to tag her. Several small children joined her as they darted in and out of the crowd. The adults payed them little mind, a few smiling as they ran pass. She recognized several of the orphan children who had joined the game.

Viktoria and Margit stood watch over the children. They hovered at the edge of the crowd, their hands entwined. Every once in a while Viktoria would lean into Margit to whisper something. Margit’s free hand would cover a giggle as she ducked her head.

Elsa’s brow arched at the exchange. She hadn’t realized they’d grown so close. Her attention was drawn once more to the children as the boy caught Sara. She spun and chased after him with a squeal that startled a pair of seagulls fighting over a dropped krumkake.

“The orphans seem to be adjusting to their new home.” Sara tried to tag some of the older children, but they were all too fast for her. “It’s hard to believe they are the same children I watched climb out of that mine.”

“Children are stronger than people give them credit for.” Anna grinned as Katrina slowed down enough for her sister to tag her. Instead of chasing after the smaller child, she sprinted after one of the older boys. “You saved them, you know?”

Elsa sat her bottle aside. “It never should have happened.”

“You can’t stop every bad thing that happens in the world.”

“I may not have been able to stop it, but if I hadn’t been hiding away it wouldn’t have gone on so long. People would have been more willing to seek help from the Crown, if the gates hadn’t been closed.”

“Elsa, you can’t keep beating yourself up over this.” She paused. “You know, the children adore you?”

“No,” She shook her head laughing at the suggestion. “they adore you. If I weren’t the Queen they wouldn’t give me a second glance.”

“That’s not true. Look at Sara, she can’t stay away from you.”

“She’s a child obsessed with the Snow Queen. She loves the magic.” The smile left her lips.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I’m more than just snowflakes and ice.” Her words were a bit sharper than she had intended.

“I know that, and so do they.” Anna gestured to the crowd. “I’ve seen how you are with them. Patient, gentle, and loving. You’ll make a good mother some day.”

Elsa coughed, covering her mouth with a hand as she dislodged the bit of sandwich from her throat. “What?! No. No, I won’t. I can’t!”

Pleased by the scarlet flushing her sister’s cheeks, Anna pushed on. “Sure you can. You just need to meet someone, and make an heir,” She tapped an elbow into Elsa’s ribs, causing her to flinch. “maybe a spare, or two.”

Unamused Elsa fixed her with a firm gaze.

The one Anna called her Queen look. She fought the urge to cower under it.

“No, Anna. I…” Her stern facade faded into borderline panic. “I…could never…I can’t have children.”

Concern etched itself into Anna’s features. She licked at her lips, taking a moment to choose her words. “Elsa.” She leaned in closer, lowering her voice as if someone might overhear. “Are you saying you can’t have children?”

“Yes, I mean, no. I can have children. At least, I think I can. But, I could never… I can’t risk losing control of my cur…magic.” She began to fumble with the sandwich paper, avoiding Anna’s eyes.

“You were going to say curse, weren’t you?”

“Yes.” Elsa’s gaze focused on the fjord.

“You know, sometimes when you talk about your magic, it sounds like you hate it.”

Elsa rubbed a thumb over her palm. “Sometimes, I do.”

“Elsa, you have an amazing gift. You should be proud of it.”

“How?” She turned to Anna. “How can I, when it’s kept me separated from everyone I love.” Anger held back the tears threatening to spring forth. Unable to face the pity in her sister’s gaze, she looked away. From the back of her mind, a faint, familiar voice chanted, conceal, don’t feel. She squeezed her eyes shut willing it to stop. “There are times, I wish I’d never been born with it.”

Anna placed her hand atop a pale one. The coolness of it was expected, but not the slight tremble. “But, Elsa, it’s a part of you. You wouldn’t be the same person without it.”

“Maybe, I’d be better without it.” She couldn’t bring herself to meet Anna’s gaze.

“Nonsense, you’re a good person. You’re magic doesn’t change that.” She gave the soft hand a gentle squeeze. “And I do think you’ll make a great mother some day.”

“Anna, it’s not that simple.”

“Why not? You’re beautiful, smart, and kind. We just have to find a guy worthy of you.”

“Even if I could bear to be with someone, to create a new life,” She shuttered at the thought. “do you really think I want to risk cursing a child with…this?” Blue magic flared from her hand, into a burst of snowflakes that drifted away on the breeze.”

“Are you saying a child born with your magic is cursed?”

“What would you call it?”

Anna’s eyes narrowed as she drew her hand away. “What if one of my children were born with magic, would you think them cursed?”

“What? No.” Elsa waved her off. “You don’t have magic.”

“Neither did mother, but it didn’t stop you from having it. We share the same blood. Who’s to say one of my children couldn’t be born with magic?”

Elsa raised her hand, staring at the palm. For years she had worried over her own children’s fate, how had she not considered Anna’s? Her stomached knotted over the possibilities.

“Would you treat them like monsters? Would you want to lock them away from the world?” There was just a hint of accusation beneath the words.

“No, of course not.” Elsa was a little startled by the anger stirring in her sister’s eyes. She held Anna’s gaze firm, and made a promise she hoped she would never need to keep. “I could never do that to a child, especially your child.”

“You’re right, because I wouldn’t let you. And I won’t let you keep beating yourself up over a past we can’t change.” With that the anger was gone. Anna raised her sandwich for another bite.

Elsa envied her sister’s ability to shift her emotions with such ease. Her attention turned to her open palm. She clenched it closed. “Sometimes, it rolls in my veins with such force, I…I can’t contain it. It can be so dangerous.”

“But it’s also beautiful.” Anna forced down a half chewed bite. “You create such amazing things with it. Don’t you see the joy in the children’s faces when they skate on your ice? Or the looks of wonder when you create things.”

“Anna, you know better than anyone how deadly it can be.” She shook her head against the image of lifeless pale blue eyes staring into the void. Strong fingers wrapped around her forearm. The touch drew her from the painful memories. She opened her eyes to find warmth in the blue eyes staring back at her. Her breath caught at the sight.

“Elsa, just because something can be dangerous, doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful. If you’re careless, the fjord will kill you. But that doesn’t make it any less beautiful.”

Tears stung the corners of Elsa’s eyes. Her breath left her in a half cry, half laugh snort. She cupped Anna’s cheek, relieved at the warmth beneath her hand. “Oh sister, I wish I could see the world as you do.”

Anna broke into a wide smile. “You can, I’ll show you.”

She traced her thumb over a patch of freckles. “I look forward to it.”

Behind them Elsa heard the sharp click of turning gears. “Oh no, cover your ears.”

“What, why?”

Bells began to chime as the figures spun out on their tracks. The sisters huddled together, hands over their ears, laughing to tears.

As the last bell chimed the figures retreated into the clock, doors closing behind them.

“Well, at least it wasn’t the noon chime.” Elsa rubbed at her ears.

Anna shook her head. “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t think about that.”

“Just a little excitement for the day. Though I think we should be elsewhere before it chimes the next quarter hour.”

“Definitely. You okay?”

Elsa took her hand. “I’ve never been better.” She pulled the hand up placing a quick kiss on it. “We need to finish, and get back to the festival.”

“So you want your krumkake now or later?”

“I haven’t finished my sandwich.”

“So, you’re the Queen, who’s going to stop you?”

Elsa threw back her head with a hearty laugh. She didn’t see the relief in Anna’s face.

As the laughter died down Elsa wiped at her eyes, in the distance she caught sight of a large brown figure running from the mountain road toward town. Relief, and a hint of annoyance settled in at the sight. “Kristoff’s back.”

“What? Where?” Anna leaned out searching the crowd.

Without thinking Elsa caught her sleeve, holding her back. With her free arm she pointed out the pair.

Anna jumped to her feet with such speed, it took Elsa a moment to realize she was gone.

“Careful.” She started to climb to her feet.

Anna began tossing things into the basket. She hooked the basket over an arm and started for the door. “Come on.”

Elsa caught the back of her vest, pulling her to a stop. “Wait! I know a quicker way.” An impish grin curled her lips upward.

Anna’s eyes narrowed. “What do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see. Get behind me, and hold on.”

Anna stepped in close, careful to avoid the ice cape. She rested her hands on Elsa’s waist.

Magic flashed from Elsa’s outstretched hands, forming a snowy ramp from the ledge out into open air. She stepped onto it, and snow transformed into ice. “Don’t let go.”

Anna tightened her grip.

They began to glide down the ice slide.

All eyes turned to Anna’s shriek of delight as the sisters raced from atop the clock out into the town square. Elsa slowed their descent to set them down in the heart of the square.

They were greeted with oh’s and awww’s from the crowd.

With a wave of her hand, Elsa vanished the slide in a flurry of snowflakes. The children ran about trying to catch them.

“Let me through!” Kristoff and Sven charged toward them. Several feet away, Kristoff leapt from Sven’s back, stumbling to catch his footing.  

“Kristoff!” Anna broke into a sprint. She stopped short of launching herself at him. “Where have you been? Are you alright? I missed you. You’re late.” She jabbed a finger into his chest.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes grew wide at a tear in his sleeve. “You’re bleeding.” She reached for his arm.

He caught her hand giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s just a scratch. I need to speak to Elsa.”

Her skin tingled from the touch. “Okay.” She led him to where Elsa stood watching the pair.

“Kristoff,” Elsa offered a neutral smile as he approached her. “Glad you could join us.”

He bowed as he drew near. “Your Majesty, we’ve got trouble. There’s an army on the far side of the North Mountain, and it’s heading this way.”

[jloves-pp]

Merida and Hiccup’s Wedding day-part 2

Chapter 2

"Merida,are you awake? " Queen Elinor softly called from outside Merida's door. "Are you awake love" still no answer, she was used to this for her daughter would rather be in bed, if Merida had her way, but then Elinor thought Merida couldn't possibly be asleep as she would be too excited.

After a few moments, there was still no response, Elinor opened the door to find the room was empty. The Queen sighed, it wasn't the first time this had happened. Elinor was wondering were Merida had gone, she began to think how Merida must be feeling right now, she herself rembered being in a similar situation to her daughter, she remembered feeling both excited yet scared. "Maybe some time alone will help her, before the chaos began" Elinor thought. There were still so many things to be done so she went to the great hall where the afternoon celebration was to be held.

The hall was a hive of activity, many people were working, finishing the decorations, sorting the food,flowers and other details. Elinor was to check to see over their work when she heard.

"Have you seen the Bride?"

"No, have you seen the Groom?"

Elinor over heard two servauts panicking, she was about to calm them both when a another voice called out " What about my son?" She recognisa it as Valka, Hiccup's mother.

"Yes lady Haddock" one of servants said,

"No, no, just Valka please" Valka kindly insisted.

"Oh, Sorry, I went to check on your son but he was not there"

"It's ok" The Queen said as she came over " they both will return soon so no need to fret".

"Yes, your majesty" the servants both bowed and took their leave.

"He is probably flying on Toothless by now as usual" Valka said with a smile

Elinor chuckled sofly "Merida will be riding across the woods by now, sometimes I still see Merida as that wee girl who couldn't leave her father's side"

Valka joined in her laughter " same with Hiccup, one day they're in nappies, needing attention and the next they are saving lives and bringing kingdoms to peace"

They smiled to another, Elinor thought back to when they first met. She, Stoick and Gobber were searching for Hiccup and Merida after dragon trappers where near the kingdom, they searched until they found a ice cave. While the Viking men searched for their children, the queen came across to Valka and two began to fight until the others arrived. Soon the two women became great friends and Elinor sometimes lent her dresses to Valka as she had today Valka was looking regal wearing a dark green dress with light brown sleeves.

It wasn't just Valka, Hiccup's friends, Gobber and most of the Vikings of Berk had all arrived. The clans of MacGuffin, Dingwall and Macintosh were also attendanceing .

"What is this about Merida and Hiccup" called Astrid, the blonde Viking approached the two older women, she almost tripped on her dress. "Stupid dress" she murmured under her breath.

" Aye they'er away but hopefully they will return soon, it's their big day after all " Elinor answered her, as Astrid fixed her blue dress. Like Merida, Astrid didn't care for wearing fancy gowns they were used only for special occasions in DunBrock.

" I knew it would happen...both chickened out" they heard a male voice call and Snoutlout walked up. " Its just too much for them to handle"

"Are you nuts?" Another called out "those two are crazy for one another, I'm surprised that babies haven't appeared when they look at each other" it was Gobber as he joined the group, "nothing will stop those two"

Snoutlout wanted to argue but even he knew the old Viking was right, so he just said "Well, never say never" and with that, he turn and searched for his dragon who was being decorated with flowers by a group of young children.

As Snotlout left King Fergus arrived " I've been hearing a rumour about the bride and groom"

"Yes, yes, but hopefully both will return shortly" Elinor said but something caught her eyes " Oh lord help me, BOYS! no eating the pastries" she was shouting at her pre teen sons, Hamish, Hubert and Harris who at moment were scoffing down cakes. On hearing their mother they had froze with frosting and crumbs around their mouths "Wash and dress before the ceremony begins, NOW!" the boys dropped the remains of the food back on their plates and quickly scrambled away. In the past they usually got away with trouble but since the wedding was announced and plans were in motion, their mum told them off more and kept finding them and gave them lots of jobs to do. The boys hoped that after today, things would go back to normal.

"Well, I think I should check on the bonfire. Astrid, you don't mind helping out? Odin isn't blessing this marriage with out one" Gobber stated. Gobber and Astrid left to see to the dragons.

The King knew his Queen wasn't herself , she had been so busy with all the planning for the wedding, it was their daughter wedding after all and there hadn't been a royal wedding since their own.

"Elinor love" he softly said " You should calm down. Your a bit on edge"

"I know, but I need everything to be perfect" the Queen explained as she fix some flowers.

"But today is the day"

"And that doesn't mean I should stop, there still so much to do"

"Well what I'm trying to say is that when your planning a big event, your usually go...

"Fergus! I don't go crazy", then Elinor sighed deeply. He pulled out a chair, he gestured to it and his wife sat down he took her hand and gently rubbed it.

"Elinor, you do know it is our daughter's wedding. I think the last thing she would want is her mum losing her temper " Elinor knew he was right. Ever if Elinor was organising the wedding, Merida wanted to have her say, Merida really wanted an outdoor ceremony for because she and Hiccup's loved of being outside.

"You're right, I am tired but it's worth it just to see Merida smile" Elinor expressed with a weary smile.

Fergus kissed his wife on her forehead " Maybe when the newlyweds are off on their honeymoon, how's about we try to have a bit of time together, perhaps we've could have a 2nd honeymoon" he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Valka was watching them she smiled ,they reminded her of the times she and her husband had spent together. Valka treasured her memories of happy times she had spent with Stoick.

"Well then, I think we should check on the bagpipers" Elinor said to Fergus but were I would by Fishlegs.

"Ur...beg you pardon my queen but with the dragons around, are you sure it's ok to play the bagpipes" he remembered that the dragons had once acted strangely when bagpipes were played.

"Nonsense, it is traditional to play them at a wedding" she answered as she linked her arm with her husbands.

"Yes, but there's a high chance of.."Fishlegs said as he followed them, Valka watched them disappear before she decided to check on her dragon, Cloudjumper.

"Woo-hoo!"

Hiccup shouted out as he and Toothless flew down and over the woods on the highlands, no matter how times they flew it was still an amazing feeling.

"What about a rest over there bud?" Hiccup said pointing at a cliff edge. Toothless purred and then landed, Hiccup jumped down and layed against a large rock. "I wonder what Merida's doing?" He asked Toothless "probably still asleep " Hiccup knew his princess would rather curl up in bed than be up and out at the crack of dawn.

Hiccup had shut his eyes as he felt the wind on his face, Toothless noticed something on the other side of the rock. The Night Fury went to investigate and to his surprise, it was Merida.

"Toothless!" Merida said in shock.

"MERIDA!" Hiccup cried out.

Merida started to walk over to Hiccup, "No Mer, don't look. It's bad luck if we see each other before the ceremony" he quickly said. Merida stopped and turned side on, she would like to see her Viking and hug him but couldn't, so she sat down where she was, at least they could talk now they were together. "Out of all the rocks in DunBrock, we pick the exact same one" Hiccup said, this made her chuckle.

"We must have good taste in rocks" Merida joked, Hiccup laughed at her bad joke. The two both looked out toward the view from where they were "It's such a beautiful day" Merida commented.

"Yeah, it is" Hiccup agreed as Toothless met up with Angus.

"I just can't believe today is our big day" She said

"I know. I do wish it was small, a quick ceremony without any fuss"

"Me too but knowing mum she wanted to make it the event of the decade" Merida said before mimicking a classy voice and said "We never a wedding for a lifetime so it will be a grand celebration in your honour"

The Viking smiled and let out a laugh at her acting, ever though he couldn't see it, her voice was enough. "Yeah but it's just today, tomorrow will calm down.

"Aye just today" Merida repeated but Hiccup could hear a bit of sadness.

"What's wrong"

"Nothing's wrong"

"Mer, you know you can't fool me"

The Scottish princess sighed deeply. Hiccup always knew if Merida was angry or upset, she usually wouldn't express her thoughts to anyone but she would tell him openly about her feelings. That's one of the thing she loved about being with Hiccup.

"I am just...worried about...about" Merida manage to say but was afraid to continue. She felt Hiccup gently squeeze her hand.

"Hey, it's ok" Hiccup softly said.

"I just worried about...our future" she managed to say.

"Our future?, Mer our future is a happy one and yeah there will be difficult time for sure but we have been there before and we have come through, we'll deal with any problems together." Hiccup said reassuringly to his future wife.

She nodded even if he couldn't see it. "It's not just that, I am afraid that...that" she couldn't finish. Merida wanted to say that they might change and fall out of love, but now thought he might call off the wedding because of her fears. But her Viking wouldn't do that for he was as scared as her for the whats to come.

He gave his princess's hand another squeeze "It"s ok, I'm nervous too but pull we can get through it like we always have" He felt Merida giving his hand a comforting squeeze "and nothing is set in stone, so are future is made by us"

so the bride to be sighed deeply "If I could I'll be kissing you right now" she admitted, then she heard Hiccup chuckle softly

"Well, we have to save that for later" he replied, it was then that Toothless and Angus came up to there owners. Merida patted her horse's nose as Hiccup rubbed Toothless on his face.

"We'd better get back, before anyone realises we're gone" Hiccup remarked

"I think they will already know" Merida replied "It will be fine, this wouldn't be first time we're run late for an important event"

'Well there are the usual parties and banquets that you don't mind being 5 minutes late for" Hiccup. Merida let out a small laugh as Toothless gave her a tiny lick on her check and then rubbed his face to Merida as he purred.

After this the dragon rejoined his rider "Will I leave first or do you want to go first?, because you rode here on Angus and is longer to back and..."

"No you go first, I want to enjoy this lovely day a bit longer" Merida inturuped him mostly because Hiccup would fumble for the words, he used to do it a lot as a teen but less now he's got older, she sometime still seemed the shy, funny, good-hearted, the boy she'd fell for.

"Well until we meet again milady" Merida heared Hiccup say and then felt her hand being lifted and felt a kiss. Merida smiled to herself as she close her eyes, she then felt wind blow of her face. Opening her eyes she could see Hiccup and toothless flying in the distance.

When she couldn't see them, Merida got up and petted Angus.

"Come on Angus, there's a wedding to get too" Merida said. She and her horse rode back toward the castle, still hoping no one would notice that she and Hiccup had been missing.