It had been months since Loki had been banished and Thor was still having a hard time getting to grips with the fact that he was gone. He missed his brother dearly, seeing him be banished made his feel like part of him had been ripped away too and the worst part was he wasn't even informed of where his dear brother had been sent. Only, it seems, to make matters worse, his coronation would be in less then a week so everyone around him were busy with arrangements for his "big day" but all Thor could do was hang around and mope. There was going to a ball that night as a sort of pre-coronation celebration, there the prince would be expected to mingle with the people of hi future kingdom and the royals from other lands which he would be seeing often when he was in power. It was to be a night filled feasts, drinking and the mindless banter that he would normally enjoy. Even so, he couldn't find joy in any of it. Thor dragged himself off of his bed to get ready for the nights festivities, he would need to change into more formal attire, he decided on a more formal version of his usual armour seeing as how it was the easiest option.

Thor slowly walked down to the palaces ball room only to see that the party was already in full swing. Straight away he could hear Volstagg's booming voice from one corner of the hall, he was with Fandral and Hogun, probably trying to impress some local women, as usual. Thor was about to vanish into the crowed when one of the Three noticed him.

"Ah! If it isn't the man of the hour himself! Thor, get over here!" Fandral called. So they had been talking about him. The thunder god quickly complied, strolling over to his friends with a ghost of a smile on his face. He may have not been feeling great but his friend should be able to make him laugh, if not only for a little while.

"Ah, my friends! I'm sorry I could have not joined you sooner!" He boomed, his smile slowly growing.

"No trouble, tis your evening after all! We were just telling these lovely ladies about the time we travelled to Jotunheim in search of the Sword of Surtur!" The other blonde said whilst thumping the god on the shoulder.

"Ah, and your surprise when you had discover that me and- that I had stowed away on your ship," Thor grimaced at his mistake; since his banishment Loki had been a tabooed subject, people seemed to try to forget he was ever there at all and so, even though he had been a big part in this particular adventure.

After a while of talking a drinking Thor found that he had started to enjoy himself. After finishing the story, the god went to go greet other guests who he would discuss future ideals for relationships between the other realms and how he would hope to run Asgard when he was crowned. When came time feast he noticed one woman who he had not spoken to. The moment he laid eyes on her he found himself transfixed. The woman was beautiful. Eyes eyes were a bright, emerald green, she had plump, red lips, thick brown hair which cascaded down her back and shoulders and a full, shapely figure. Her dress was a stunning green which complimented her eyes perfectly, there was also an ornate gold pattern across it which only added to her beauty. Once the feast had been finished he made an effort to seek the woman out. He would see her for a second but then she seemed to vanish, it was like she was playing an elaborate game with him. During his search he ran into his father.

"Ah, Thor is something wrong? You look troubled," he asked.

"I'm fine father, I'm just looking for someone,"

"And who may that be?"

"It's a woman... I'm not sure of her name," Odin chuckled.

"Ah, I see. Well, I wont keep you any longer if that is the case and, if I may ask, is it that one over there?" Thor turned to where his father was pointing and sure enough there was the mystery woman, heading towards the door that lead out to the gardens.

"Thank you father, I will be back shortly," Thor ran towards the door, not seeing the smile that had spread across Odin's face.

Thor searched the gardens for the woman until he finally found her admiring a bush of Midgardian roses. He walked over to her, waiting to see if she had noticed him before she spoke.

"Hello there milady," he said as turned to face him. "See anything you like?"

"These," she pointed at the flowers. "What are they?"

"Those are called roses, they are from Midgard,"

"They're beautiful,"

"Not as beautiful as you," The woman blushed and turned away.

"T-thank you but I'm really not," she ran her fingers over one of the roses. "Anyway, you don't even know me, how do you know I don't have some terrible, dark secret?"

"I doubt that could be true, and if you say I don't know you then why don't you introduce yourself?" She turned to face him before speaking again.

"I am the daughter of Laufey and queen of Jotunheim,"

"You don't look like a Jotun and you're certainly not big enough to be one," The woman narrowed her eyes.

"The women or Jotunheim are born much smaller and only grow to be the size of one of your Aesir women and as for the skin, as we are not as big our skin changes in warmer climates so we don't burn to death," for a moment Thor was lost for words.

"Your beautiful, do you honestly think that your heritage would make me think else wise?" She blushed again, giving Thor a small smile.

"You really think so?"

"Of course," She laughed, it was soft airy laugh that Thor was sure he could get drunk of.

"Why thank you, but you really should be going back to that party, I'm sure your guest are missing you,"

"Well milady, I refuse to go back unless I can take you with me," Thor grinned before kissing her hand.

"Well I'm extremely sorry but I have to be going, I have business to attend back home," Thor pulled the woman into a hug.

"Will I see you again?" He said before letting her go.

"Maybe," and with that she left.

Thor went back to the party realising soon after that he had never gotten her name but there was also something else, something he felt he should know and it wasn't until he was lying in bed thinking about the woman when he pulled it all together. There was something familiar in the way she looked, the way she spoke, the way she walked and even the way she looked at him. All of those things reminded him of someone, and as he thought about it he eventually realised that the woman wasn't some stranger he had met at the party. No. The woman who made his heart beat faster, the woman who he felt completely comfortable around was actually Loki.