When I Met You

Chapter 33: Elves

Loki took you by the hand and walked you back over to the Elf and asked you if they were dressed like him and you try to think about what those people were wearing and the cloaks seemed to match. "Yeah, I think so, the cloaks are the same at least", you spoke as you nodded your head, next looking up at Loki asking who they were, if they were really Elves and if this, by any chance was Alfheim. "Right on both accounts Love," Loki said, letting out a huff, annoyed with how things turned out, he would no doubt get an ear-full from his father but before anything else, he knew he'd have to try and fix this somehow. Loki seemed to have cast some sort of spell on you, "what was that for?" you asked but before the God of Mischief could answer, the Elf from across the room told you it was a Translation Spell. He then introduced himself as Bjartr Guðmundr, Crown Prince of the Light Elves, giving you a bow and you curtsied, saying it was an honour to meet him, doing your best to hide how exhausted and irritated you were at the moment.  

Prince Bjartr then asked if the Elves you fought were dead or not, knowing you wouldn't have simply found one of their swords in such pristine condition just laying around in the tunnels. You got all flustered and upset, repeatedly saying no, trying to admit that you merely knocked them out, but Loki spoke up first, getting mad on your behalf, how dare he accuse you of such things. "Loki, it's okay!", you said, well, more shouted, getting in front of the God of Mischief to stop him from possibly doing something as you told Prince Bjartr that you left them all unconscious. "I don't kill people, and I never plan to kill anyone unless it's a last resort... but in my defence, they attack me first", you admit before whispering to Loki if it would be terrible to leave at that moment. But Bjartr interrupted, coming closer to take your hand and kissing your knuckles lightly, apologizing as clearly it was a misunderstanding, they probably thought that based on your attire, you worked for the Dark Elves.  

"What's wrong with my outfit?" you mumble to yourself, as you look down at your clothes, feeling suddenly very exposed but Loki said that they're just not used to seeing Midgardian clothes. The God of Mischief gave the Elf Prince a glare while Bjartr simply apologized again, he didn't mean to offend you, saying that Prince Loki was correct, he himself had never met a Midgardian before, admitting that your clothes were interesting as he had never seen the like. Prince Bjartr then went on to explain how they had been on high alert as there had been a few attacks in recent years, it had been relatively quiet for a bit, but he believed it was only a matter of time. "The feude with the Dark Elves runs deep, although there have been some discussions of Peace Treaties... well let's just say it has been quite difficult as of late for multiple reasons," Bjartr said, looking over at Loki who inturn looked away. Prince Bjartr then invited you and Loki to the Palace as his honoured guests, they'd leave as soon as he located his soldiers, asking roughly where you incapacitated his Comrades before bowing and leaving to go and get them.  

As he walked away you asked Loki if there was any way to politely decline the Prince's invitation and go home instead as you really didn't want to spend time with more people. You suddenly panicked, mentioning that you enjoyed your time out with him for the most part but now you just wanted to go home, you were simply annoyed and emotionally drained, feeling numb and tired. Your mood shifted and you showed your true colours, leaning into Loki as you knew you could just be yourself with him, no matter how grumpy or weird you became, he was always there for you. "As much as I'd like to take you home we can't leave... at least not yet" Loki whispered, explaining that being a Prince of Asgard meant he had to play nice with the Royalty of the other Realms. "Odin will no doubt have my head if he finds out about this", Loki said and you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, apologizing for getting him in trouble, promising to be as polite and Lady-like as possible. You didn't want to go and although you didn't really like or understand all the proper formalities of Royaly and High Society, you knew that it was important and not wanting to possibly start a war, you would suck it up and just bare it, while trying to convince yourself it wouldn't be so bad.