Infatuation Of The Mind • ♤Loki Laufeyson♤

Chapter one - Sweet sister

The sun stood high in the sky as people went about their day. Children ran around the legs of palace guards that patrolled the streets. A busy city, a prospering city. Full of life.

A man stood by his fruit stand, yelling at people walking by to buy his delicious fruits. Large full-bodied bunches of grapes swung in his hands, as he waved for people to come closer.
The small hand of a child, not older than six years of age, silently made it's way towards a juicy ruby red apple. Hungry, he licked his lips and grabbed the rounded fruit.

Three more kids stood a few feet away. Peaking out from around a corner. They had their hands clutched in a silent prayer. Begging for their friend or perhaps sibling, to return with the apple.

But just as the child hid the apple inside his lose shirt, the owner of the stand turned around. His expression changed and the grapes began dripping to the ground as he squeezed them hard in fury.

The childs eyes widened and he started running towards his friends.

You watched it happen. You watched as the man chased the group of friends through the busy streets of Amarandis.

Such hysteria for something that small, you thought to yourself, before shaking your head slightly.

Your fingers carefully stroked the letters written with a carbon black ink on a piece of parchment. The surface under your finger tips was rough and you could feel where the parchment had sunken in due to the ink.
You closed your eyes to see if maybe you could feel the words written and guess what they said.

"Isn't it exciting, sister!", you smiled when you heard the cheerfull voice of your younger sister, "I just know that I was born to be a queen!" she stood infront of the floor length mirror, studying her light yellow gown. Her chestnut brown hair laid draped over her shoulder in a lose braid.

The seamstress worked overtime just to keep your sister still. You tilted your head and smiled. This was the happiest you had seen your sister since before your father had passed away. Even though you couldn't understand how someone could be this excited to get married to someone they didn't even know. Prince or not.

"Well, Asgard will be lucky to have you as their queen one day, Tyrvi!" you said and looked down on the parchment in your hand. It was the formal invitation to the Asgardian palace, signed by Odin himself.
The arrangement had been sealed a few weeks prior. Your sister was to marry Thor, Odin's oldest son and heir to the asgardian throne.

"And so will you, dear sister! Amarandis will flourish with you on the throne." Tyrvi caressed the fabric that rested against her fair skin and did a half turn, to look at the laced up back in the mirror.

Your name had been the one being passed around at first, you were the oldest but still younger than Thor.
A sigh of relief had left your lips as it was announced that your sister was a more suitable fit for the prince.
Tyrvi was the perfect princess, or at least by the book. Always dressed in beautiful gowns, she spoke only when spoken to, played several instruments, sang, painted and read poetry.

Your ears burned when you heard your sister laugh at the jokes of the nobles. While the men straightened their backs in a proud peacock manner, you made a sour face. You were one of the few people that had heard your sisters real laugh. It usually was one of your favourite sounds, but as Tyrvi held her perfect facade the laugh lacked it's genuine tone. She always played a role in the royal game. But - she was indeed a perfect princess and she would make a perfect wife. And an amazing asgardian queen one day.

You on the other hand, had a history of running away from home and be gone for days on end. The mountains on the east side of the city were your favourite place to seek refuge, to free your mind from everything state related. You took your horse, your backpack and eloped.