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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As far as daily things may go, the maids plucked you out of bed right when the rim of the sun crested the horizon. They dressed you and bedazzled you. Lastly, they notified you of upcoming events which you were not to disturb.
You greeted them, thanked them, and left the room as fast as you could to not trouble them much. It was pleasant outside, the Asgard sun not overly hot and the clouds drifting by were just as nice.
You rushed to the stables, eager to see the horse that you'd loved. The stable hand greeted you like an old friend as you wandered in. They led you to the horse you had ridden last you were there.
"She is in great condition still, some maids had taken her out of the stables each day as we do with all our horses to get them exercise," they informed.
You nodded and thanked them, gathering equipment as they helped you saddle the horse.
Riding it out into the sunlight made the horse's hair reflect the pretty red color, just like Wanda's hair. You missed her and her caring ways. Maybe you could meditate later in the garden if possible. Nothing seemed to be going on there today that you were informed of.
The horse took great strides as it galloped across the open fields. Flower petals ripped by the wind and songs of nature flew into the air as you rode by. The grass ruffled with the breeze into one long sway.
You pointed the horse towards the woods, eager to find the stream you had discovered. It would be a perfect place to sit and think.
The trees danced and their roots seemed to relax as your horse trotted beneath the leaves. It whinnied as a rabbit darted across the path, scaring it for a second but nothing more. You pet the horse's mane and urged it forward as the sound of rushing water met your ears. You didn't know if they had much of this on Earth, but you sincerely hoped so if you were planning to stay there.
As you came upon the stream, the rocks smoothed over by erosion and time, you realized you were thirsty. You knelt after dismounting and took a handful of water. Gulping it down as the horse drank beside you.
The water felt pure and clean and cool against your skin. Any thoughts of your impurities were whisked away with the stream's current.
You felt like a child again, not that you had memories of it. But a child, filled with laughter and delight. You decided to hop over some rocks in an attempt to get to the other side of the stream. You didn't realize how slippery they probably were after years of sitting here. Yet you hopped across a few, almost slipping, before making it across with a big leap.
The horse gave a little snort of acknowledgment as you looked back at it. But on the way back, stepping on the same stones as you had, you slipped. At first, you thought you caught yourself, feeling the solid ground beneath your feet.
But what was under your feet was not rock nor water. It was air. And you were floating. You flailed for a moment before realizing you had control over this. It felt weird though- flying.
The horse stamped its hooves as you slowly floated towards it. You were more than a bit alarmed at the sudden new ability. It backed away as you kept floating forward. You cried out before hitting the tree ahead with a thud. You groaned and rubbed your head.
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Three days later, the maids informed you of Frigga's request to see you in the garden that morning. Odin had still not made it back, but maybe meeting her would clear something up for you.
She requested to meet you in the Queen's garden. As you walked there your mind wandered. Maybe the rumors from the village originated in the palace. Perhaps she already knew what had been discovered last time you were here.
She greeted you at the white stone doors which two guards opened up for you. You bowed before her and she beckoned you to walk beside her. The other side of the doors revealed gold carvings that depicted flora and fauna. You turned your gaze to the garden, a vast expanse of such rolled out in front of you. Paths led every which way and many flowers opened up as you stepped onto the stone paths.
Frigga at first remained silent and observed your reactions. She watched as you reached for a flower and its petal uncurled just slightly. You pet it with affection, feeling the smooth surface beneath your skin. The air was sweet with fragrance and many leaves blew through it.
When you had turned to face her once more, she began to talk.
"Have my two sons been well?" was her first question for you.
"I believe so, Your Majesty."
"They are not fighting?"
"Not that I know of, Your Majesty." She waved a hand.
"Just call me mother from now on, yes?" she instructed. You gave her an awkward look. "Now I want to know what happened."
So you began to recount the story for her, from your arrival to your departure from Midgard. She listened intently and you waited for her when she stopped to examine parts of the garden bed. After some time, the pair of you walked underneath a stone archway, carved with more flowers. It led to a square with carved stone benches. There was a fountain at its center which gave way to little waterfalls. You spun around once, slowly, as Frigga gave an elegant chuckle.
"It is quite beautiful here," you gazed at everything whilst saying so.
"You may come here anytime you'd like," the Queen answered to you.
"You would let me?" you questioned with hesitation.
"Whenever you are on this planet. We are your family, are we not?" she questioned.
"I guess- you are now," you whispered. "Thank you."
"It's no issue, dear. Me and Odin are happy our sons have found their match. It does not matter what you are as long as you are good and kind."
"I will try my best, Your Majesty," you told her, to which she frowned at the name. You wandered around a bit as the two of you made conversation. She told you much about Thor and Loki when they were younger and you felt more connected with them. Yet you couldn't be further away.
Frigga then took you to the palace gallery, where great carvings, pottery, and tapestries displayed Thor's and Loki's adventures over the many centuries. You had forgotten how old they were and wondered yourself about your age. It was quite peculiar to you how that seemed to work.
One tapestry showed Loki transforming into a snake-like creature, and another with Thor wielding his great hammer for the first time. The snake looked much like the tattoo on your upper arm. It was wonderful to learn their stories, you only wish you knew what yours was as well.
