𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 '𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷'
↳ (13 avengers x reader)
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。・:*˚:✧。 You crash land on Asgard, not knowing who you are or where you're from, and especially not knowing what a 'soulmate' is. May the Allfather guide you on your journey ac...
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y/n = your name
italics = thoughts
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When you were awoken the following day, it was by the servants in the castle. The bed had been so comfy your tired body had immediately drifted off upon laying down. Horseback riding was exhausting enough, but you had offered to help the cooks since you were fairly nimble and had found quite a skill in the kitchen. You regained the cooking knowledge that you had previously had according to the head chef as he had noticed your proficiency.
"Lady y/n, Prince Thor has requested you meet him urgently!" the servants said. They didn't give you time to say no to Thor's request. You had no desire to see him. Yet your mind seemed to imagine the meeting, hoping for the best. As they began fussing over your hair and trying to pick out a new gown, you thought for a bit. Maybe soulmates were real, you had felt something. They didn't bother to take time covering your arm and you stared at the tattoos. Yet one maid covered your right wrist since you had asked her to. And again since you had asked, they had put you in a long-sleeved dress. This effectively hid the rest of the tattoos.
Maybe what your memory had told you was right. You just needed some more time to think about this, but you weren't about to get any.
When you were shoved out the door and escorted down the hall, you knew it had to be something. Everyone seemed to be in a panicked hurry. You still weren't sure about seeing either of the princes. The last words you had left on seemed to sour their mood quite a lot.
When you saw Thor standing by the garden you gave him a wave of greeting out of courtesy.
"Greetings, Prince Thor," you said curtly. The atmosphere was awkward after the last conversation's end.
"Lady y/n, have you seen Loki?" Thor questioned, eager to find his brother. Your brow furrowed in confusion.
"No, I was just awoken," you informed him. He gave you an apologetic smile.
"We must go then," he says. "Heimdall will know where he is." And in a second the tension was gone and instead, there was an urgency to find your missing soulmate. The one you had told to leave, who had seemed unphased.
Perhaps, deep down, he was broken by that. You hoped not but perhaps you could feel in your heart the sadness he seemed to be experiencing. You didn't know much about soulmates, but maybe it felt better to be with them than pushing them away.