She stood silently on the balcony that was attached to her room, her gaze looking over the glistening city of Asgard. The buildings twinkled like golden stars, rising to the heavens. Her long brown hair is tousled by the wind, her bright blue eyes reflecting the glow from the city beneath her. She contemplates the past, a past she cherished greatly. It was almost humorous really. How when she was young she leaned towards one brother, but now she was enamored with the other.

"Thor give it back!" She cried as the blonde hair teen had snatched away her cherished necklace.

Loki had given it to her a present and she treasured it dearly. Thor let out a booming laugh, one much too manly for a young teen.

"What's the matter, Eira? You have a crush on my brother?" He taunted playfully.

"Give it back to her Thor," demanded a cool voice from behind her.

Thor frowned as Eira spun around happily. "Loki!" She cried giving him a quick hug. The two looked back at Thor, who was now spinning the necklace by its chain on his finger.

Eira could feel Loki's tenseness, "Thor," He ordered again.

Another booming laugh came from the teen. "Fine, fine," he said walking over and gently placing the necklace in Eira's hand.

"So sorry Eira," He said grabbing her hand and kissing it gently.

She grimaced at him, pulling her hand away. Loki attempted to hide the jealousy that flooded his system. He could not stand to see Thor touching Eira like that, his Eira

She heard a heavy knock at her door, causing her to jump. She scurried to the door, frowning. She opens the door a crack, attempting to see who it is. She is in her night clothes, a long flowing grey sheer dress.

"May I come in my Lady?" The familiar voice booms.

She smiles, opening the door and allowing the man to come in.

"And for what reason do I owe this visit, Thor?" She asks.

He sends her a stunning smile, closing the door behind him. She turns her back on him, stepping back out on to the balcony.

"I just came to see you off to bed, Eira," He coos, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She still had not gotten used to the gentle way Thor treated her now. She reaches a hand up, placing it on his strong forearm.

"The city looks more beautiful than usual," She states.

Thor leans down, kissing the top of her head, "Perhaps that is because I shall be crowned king tomorrow," He says, prideful.

She smiles, "Perhaps."

The two are silent for a moment before Thor continues, "And you shall be my Queen, my ice goddess."

She felt a blush burn at her cheeks.

The two stood outside, talking for quite some time before Thor finally bid her farewell. She stood at the door, letting him out.

"Goodnight my Lady," He says, grinning. He grabs her hand, placing a gentle kiss on it before pulling her softly to him and giving her a tender kiss.

"Goodnight," She replies, smiling at him as she closes the door behind him.

Her smile disappears when she closes the door. She loved him, but she could not deny the nagging in her heart that kept reminding her of Loki. She walks over to her dresser. A dark, shining wood with silver handles. She pulls open the top drawer, pushing aside some clothes and pulling out the necklace Loki had given her so many years ago. Its long silver chain hung loosely from her fingers as she ran her thumb over the bright blue icicle. She sighs, tossing the necklace back into the drawer.

She had given up on Loki as they grew older. He had changed. Though he had always been reserved, what he was now was much different. He was much colder, much more calculating. He had become overwhelm with jealously, and she could see it. Everyone could see it. Whenever she saw him he would give her a cold stare, uttering the smallest greeting he could muster. His pleasantness with her was gone, and that was why she had moved on. It just so happened that it was Thor who decided he wanted to woo her. She felt uneasy, not ready to settle down for the night.

"Perhaps I should go out for a walk…" She mutters to herself. She walks over to her bed, pulling on a lavish robe and slipping on some shoes. She steps out into the cool air, making her way down the halls of the palace. The soft snoring of some of the warriors could be heard through the thick wooden doors. Her thoughts wandered once more to the past.

"What's the matter, my love?" His cool voice asked.

She remained silent, trying to keep her gaze away from his piercing emerald eyes.

"Things have changed Loki," She begins. He takes a few long strides towards her, his posture straight, making himself appear even taller. He stood two heads higher than her.

"What do you mean, love?" He clucked at her, reaching a hand up and placing it on her cheek. She frowned.

"I know what you did Loki," She growled softly, grabbing his hand and removing it from her face. Loki took a step back, surprised by her sudden coldness. The Eira he knew had always been so sweet and compassionate.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" She yelled, finally losing her temper. Tears stung at her eyes as she thought of it. Him touching another woman, buying her things, blessing her with compliments and kisses, laying with her.

"My sweet angel, you don't know what you're talking about," He coos, reaching out to her again. She slaps his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" She snarls, "Not after what you did with Sigyn!"

Loki froze for a minute. It seemed his exceptional lying skills had failed him this time.

"Come now, just calm down," He says, taking another step towards her, reaching out to embrace her.

"No!" She yelled pulling her hand up and slapping him as hard as she could across the face.

Time seemed to slow as he reached up and touched his blazing red cheek. He looked at her, rage in his eyes and in an instant she was afraid.

"I need to leave…" She faltered as she looked back at the man she had loved for so many years. The venom in his eyes penetrated her soul. She reached down, grabbing the door knob to let herself out. In an instant she was turned around and pressed against the door; his face dangerously close to hers. She started to tremble and his body shook with rage. She looked at the blazing red handprint on his cheek. He leaned in, his mouth right beside her ear.

"You can run away from me Eira, but in the end, you will always come back. You are mine." He hissed. She pushed him off, opening the door quickly and hurrying to her own chambers.

"My dear Eira, what are you doing out so late?" The haunting voice echoes through the hall.

She turns around, coming face to face with emerald eyes.