Bound | Loki Laufeyson

Chapter One: A Man of Warmth and Light

Jotunheim was a cold an unforgiving place, the kind of place that begged you to make one wrong step so it could plunge you into the depths of an icy hell. There was never any sun, rarely any quiet as the harsh winds howled against cave walls. Home to the frost giants, who's demeanor matched the harsh surroundings. You stuck out like a sore thumb, small and fragile compared to the 10 ft monsters, skin soft and bright in contrast with their rigged blue skin. Your hair must've looked like a field of Tigerlily's... or a warm bright light in the vast frozen land, yet you were from Jotunheim.

Y/N, otherwise known as Eir, the goddess of healing, or the white goddess. A myth. A name your mother took before you, and her mother took before her. Your purpose. Your legacy. You'd only ever known Jotunheim, grew up in the icy caverns with your mother. You'd never seen the sun, never seen other forms of life, and never seen delicacies like plants or crops. That is until you met the prince of Asgard.

Your day started the same as it had for the last year and a half, after your mother passed away... and the power of healing moved onto you. You got up before Mengloo awoke, resting the back of your hand to a thick cloth door that was nailed to the entrance of your cavern. There was no wind pushing against the cloth, no blizzard storms to worry about... so you shrugged on a thick fur cloak and made your way outside with a pot. There was a snowy path leading down from your cavern to a small stream, blocked off by a thin layer of ice, hiding the treasure below. Taking the handle of your pot, you broke a hole into the thin ice and got yourself fresh cold drinkable water.

Heading back to the cavern, you started up the firepit and put the pot over it, to heat up morning tea for the frost giant you served. He remained in his peaceful slumbers whilst you worked on his breakfast, long legs peeking out of the layers of fur pelts on the cave ground where he slept. A full enclosed cavern, fresh water and firewood, fur pelts. You'd think you were living the simple life, but on Jotunheim those were luxuries. You lived in Jotun royalty, Mengloo being someone close to the throne.

Generations ago, Healing Goddesses were companions for Valkyrie. They lived on the battlefield, faced war and violence, they were warriors. Certainly not Frost Giant servants. You started another simple day of serving your frost giant, a fate you succumbed to after taking your mothers place as the healer. However today... Laufey had other plans for you. "Mengloo, Sir... time to wake up, before your tea gets cold." You said lightly, kneeling next to him and handing him a wooden mug as he sat up. The blue of the skin on his throat lightened as he swallowed the hot liquid, returning to its icy blue when warmth left.

Hearing banging by the cavern entrance, you picked up the plate of breakfast and placed it down in front of Mengloo before greeting whoever was at the door. Usual guards. "The king requires your presence." They told you... wait. "Me specifically? Not Mengloo?" You asked, you were never called to the king personally before. Glancing back at your Master one last time, you pulled up your hood, pulled on your fur cloak and walked out of that prison for the very last time. Mengloo would never see you again and neither of you had any idea... Though he'd have an idea that something was happening when Laufey unbound the two of you.

Walking through the dark and icy paths, one guard in front of you and another behind... you made your way to the throne room. A vast and open ice room with large ice spikes and a throne. As you walked into view of your king, you saw the prince of Asgard. "This is the goddess you speak of?" He asked Laufey, the words flowing from him like a sheet of silk. The smile he gave you was almost classified as a smirk, had there not been a certain warmth hiding beneath it. You'd never seen someone so inviting, then again, the only other person you knew with your height was your mother... until now. He stood tall with soft eyes and raven locks that commanded the attention of the room, your eyes couldn't pull away from the gold detailing that adorned his otherwise boring armoured clothes.