Her Highness (Undergoing Heavy Editing)

Aftermath

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.

After the rather anti climactic fight between the two Asgardian princes and who I learnt, was called a Kronan, from my newest friend and guide lady Sif, the battle was over and although the atmosphere was still chaotic, there was an air of calm among the people.

The Asgardian soldiers had rounded up all the prisoners and were leading the place they would be imprisoned before being taken to main prison, back at the Realm Eternal. I had decided to stand on the sidelines, under the shade of the trees which were not yet burnt or burning when I heard the crunching of leaves next to me with the clinking of an armor.

I smiled.

"Greetings, oh valiant prince.", I greeted. I looked the tall man who stood next to me, his helmet held in his hands.

"Greetings, fair lady (Y/n). Might I be so bold as to ask why you seem to be standing here, when there are so many people eagerly waiting to meet out there?", He questioned in a curious tone. I folded my arms over my chest and let out a small chuckle before looking at my feet.

"I could ask you the same thing, you know. Ouch.", I replied, poking my finger on one of the horns in his helmet.

"Because the reason behind their eagerness to meet me is quite the contrary of the one meeting you. Besides, there is only one lady I wish to meet at the moment." I turned towards him, leaning back by a few inches, my eyebrow arched and a smirk plastered on my face.

"Oh? A lady? We have a lady now, do we? Not bad, Snowflake, not bad at all." I teased, poking the side of his stomach with my elbow. He let out a small chuckle before looking down and nodding, turning towards me, putting his free hand on his waist.

"Well then, what's her name and where does she live?" Loki simply let a mischievous smile dance on his lips, looking at his brother who seemed to be engaged in a conversation with a warrior I was introduced with moments before, a part of the Warriors Three, Hogun.

"Oh come on, Loki! Don't make me plead now!", I exclaimed, not being able to bear my curiosity as well as the silence.

"I am not going to lie, (Y/n) I am feeling quite tempted to." I smacked his arm playfully.

"It seems the younger prince of Asgard has done away with his manners, after all. Don't you know it is rude to keep a lady waiting, sir!" He looked at me raising his eyebrow now.

"Oh? And is it fair for a lady to hide things from the person who basically was her guardian on a foreign battlefield, madam?" I tried to think of a quick reply to counter his remark but for the first time in my life, I found my self tongue-tied. My mind travelled back to the night in Pragjyotispur and I could almost hear my brother's voice in my ears.

(Y/n), a suggestion. When you find someone who can defeat you in a conversation, get down on one knee and propose to them. They are your perfect match...

Right now, I couldn't help but let a small laugh escape myself. And when I caught the Frost Giant staring at me, I knew it had not gone unnoticed.

"Let's have a deal, shall we?", He tried. I scrunched my nose.

"You'll find that I do not strike deals with the Devil too often, Laufeyson." He cocked his head to the side.

"Ah, but then it means you do strike deals with the Devil." I shrugged.

"Eh, only the fun ones when we meet each Wednesday for a cup of tea and some Samosas."

"Why Wednesday?"

"Why not Wednesday?" I looked at him with my left eye brow raised and the left end of my lip twitched upwards. At the positioning of my visage, the demigod couldn't help but burst out laughing, himself, his head leaned backwards.