As I crossed through the courtyard, I headed to the library. I stopped when I reached it, and glanced at the grand, tall building. In the candlelight, it looked almost spooky. I looked up at the night sky, and found myself putting down the candle, and looking my eyes on the sky. I stretched my arms out wide, and spun around until my head buzzed with dizziness. As I stopped, I stumbled over to the candle, and picked it up, and slowly opened the huge door, and quietly pulled it shut behind me.

I slowly walked forward. Just me and the books. I loved the smell. Even as a child I had grown up with books. I placed the candle down on the table, and slowly walked through the books. I didn't really need the candle, the moonlight shining on the spines of the books was enough for me to guide my way through the library.

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I saw her spin around in the moonlight. As she entered the library, I looked up; to see what it was that captivated her. She seemed such a simple soul. I barely had time to look into the sky. I knew who she was. She was the youngest daughter of a king my father had invited. He hoped Thor and I would choose a bride each from his seven daughters. What was her name!?

I walked away from my window, and towards my bed, as I tried to remember her name. Sigyn. I closed my eyes, as I remembered the first time we met. It was her eyes. She glanced up at me, and pushed her thick auburn, free flowing curls behind her ears. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and as I took her hand and placed my lips on it. I could feel her eyes on me.

I opened my eyes as I lay down on my bed. I sighed. I stood up, and with a wave of my hand I was invisible.

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I walked through the books slowly. A sharp gust of wind suddenly blew through the room, which blew the candle out. I picked up the book and walked over to the candlestick.

I held up my hand, and willed the flame to come. It appeared, and I took the candle in my hand, and swiftly and silently left, heading straight back to my bedchambers.

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I watched with an unexpected air of dismay as she left. I should have waited until it wasn't quite as windy to open to door. Why was I disappointed? True, she was beautiful, but beauty is far from rare in Asgard. Something about her was a rarity; perhaps, she was the first one I had gazed upon in this way before.

A glimmer caught my eye. I shot over to it. It was a bracelet. She'd dropped it. Normally, I'd step on it, but maybe that was too cruel. I knew her mother had died when she was young, maybe this was all she had left of her. I had to get it too her, before morning in case anyone noticed she wasn't wearing it.

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I had barely entered my bedchambers, when sleep crept up on me. But as I was about to give in to the calls, when I heard a faint tap on the door. I froze. Who could that be? I climbed out of bed, and opened the door, and then I actually did freeze.

Loki.