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edelweissbarnes · 2 years

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Hello again readers!

Here the chapter one.

Just to be clear, I'm a bookworm and I love mythology, my story is inspired by it but I'd like to mix some fantasy and some comics and MCU references...I'm sorry to "disappoint" you but the Loki I picture here in this story, in aesthetical appearance, is not the MCU Loki (even though I genuinely love MCU Loki and Mr Tom Hiddleston, of course). I hope you appreciate the story as much as I loved writing it.

Chapter 1 - Vanaheimr

The old and crumbling well at the east end of the royal palace gardens has always been one of my favourite places in all of Vanaheimr. Surrounded by the most diverse species of flowers and herbs, it still holds the most beautiful memories of my youth...

It was there that I saw, for the first time, the reflection of the lives of the inhabitants of Midgard.

It happened on a time when I had managed to escape from one of the tedious etiquette lessons of Guðlaug, my teacher. Once outside, in the fresh air, quick as a fox and barefoot as a savage I started running until I reached my little corner of paradise. I cared little about how to make useless little conversations or how to make the perfect bow, the call of my seiðr pulsing violently through my veins was instead extremely more inviting.

As it was then, with a golden flash, the surface of the water inside the well has become a kind of mirror where images, at first blurred and then gradually clearer, reflect, showing me faces, gestures, emotions, heartaches and stories of people who lived on another plane of existence, mortals, with a predetermined time to live, suffer, rejoice and love.

"Sigyn...I knew I would find you here..."

The sweet, melodious voice of Hnoss, my sister, brings me back to the present.

I turn slowly to look at her as she approaches, her golden hair framing her delicate face, illuminating the gaze of her hazel eyes, while a light, sky-blue dress wraps her luscious body.

It is impossible not to see the resemblance to our mother, Freya, the goddess of beauty.

" come, mother want to see you, she said that Aunt Gerðr send something for you and you must open it before you leave for Asgard" she says softly holding out her hand to help me up from my improvised bed of flowers. I smile back at her, taking her hand, and at the mention of my favourite aunt and her gift, a burst of curiosity arises within me. We walk back towards the palace, giggling.

As anticipated by my sister, our mother was waiting for me in the hall of her private chambers but I literally saw her smile fade from her face as soon as she saw me arrive completely dishevelled, my skirt soiled with dirt and grass, my hair tousled.

"Oh by the gods, Sigyn, you are a princess of Vanaheimr, You must start behaving like one! No more barefoot running in the gardens, no more climbing trees or riding your horse bareback.." she says seriously

"But mother...Svartr hates to be saddled..." I retort, receiving from my mother a look that suggests it is unwise to interrupt her.

I lower my head whispering "I'm sorry mother".

Suddenly she approaches me and take both of my hands.

"I know you are frightened and agitated... being presented at the Allfather's court is not a privilege granted to many... and you, Sigyn, have been chosen among all to represent the Vanir people there..." she speaks to me softly, while one of her hand tilt my chin up. She had understood my turmoil and also my desire to escape to the gardens to imprint well in my heart the sensations that those places always gave me. Once in Odin's court, who knows when I would be able to return home, to see my sisters and my family again. The idea of being forced to abandon everything I knew and gave me comfort destabilised me a lot.

I sigh " what if I...what if I disappoint you mother? If I disappoint our people?" I stutter " what if I'm not good enough?... I'm not beautiful as you or well spoken as Hnoss or sweet like Gersemi...what if I'm not good enough for be a maiden in waiting for lady Frigg?" My eyes tear up as I speak all of my doubts.

I feel her arms cage me in a tight embrace " shhhh...don't cry my child, you'll be perfect...you're so beautiful and kind and you could never disappoint me or your father or our people. Remember that they choose you. lady Frigg can't wait to meet you and you'll learn so many thing that I can't teach you here..."

I take a deep breath of my mother's scent, as if it were the last time I could smell it. I then feel her delicate fingers wipe away the tears that have slipped down my cheeks.

" go get ready, in a couple of hours we have to leave and before we do, there is a surprise for you..." she whispers before giving me a kiss on the forehead and letting me go.

As soon as she let me go, I went to my rooms, where Dagný, one of my mother's maids, was preparing my bath.

After I freshen up Dagný takes an immense amount of time to dress me and style my hair.

The moment she puts the brush down we hear a knock at the door.

"Come in," I murmur while running my hands over my corset, smoothing the fabric to calm my anxiety

"Where's my little sparrow?" Thunders a deep male voice as the door swings open. I turn towards the door and get up running towards the tall man wrapped in a bear fur.

"Daddy!" I say with transport, hugging him." I didn't think you'd make it back before I left."

" what do you take me for little sparrow? I couldn't not say goodbye to my little girl. Besides, your aunt Gerðr would have killed me if I hadn't brought you your present in time," he murmurs, smoothing his beard before making a box appear in front of me with a silver glint.

"How are Aunt Gerðr and Uncle Freyr?" I ask my father before turning to the box in front of me.

"They're fine, they're sorry they couldn't be there for your court debut" he murmurs in reply, he knows well from the glint in my eyes how excited and intrigued I am by the gift.

I let my fingers open the ribbons allowing me to finally see what's inside.

With a gasp, I bring my hands to my mouth as a thin tiara with a pattern of small, delicately intertwined, golden leaves reveals itself before my eyes.

"It's beautiful" I murmur meekly while my hands tremble.

"It's made for suits you..." my mother says, entering my room, I look up and see her encouraging smile before her slender fingers take the tiara from the box and place it on my head.

I turn to look at myself in the large mirror and the girl looking back does not look like me.

The golden dress she wears wraps her body like a glove, the corset emphasises her slim waist while the soft long skirt makes her figure tall and slender. The features of her face are delicate, feminine, a sprinkling of freckles colours her cheeks and her small nose, her eyes are as blue as the stormy sea while her honey ginger hair slides down her shoulders to frame her face while the tiara on her head gives her an ethereal, regal look.

"It's time" my mother says before giving my father a loving look and a peck on the cheek. I hugges him and then I follow my mother outside before she call for Heimdall to open the Bifrost.

I look around one last time as the rainbow bridge open before us taking us to the reign of the Aesir and my new home: Asgard.

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