Iceheart and Ember {I Will Wait, An Interesting Story }

Iceheart and Ember {I Will Wait, An Interesting Story }

Did the title intrigue you enough to read this? Or did I invite you? Either way, the proper title of this story should be, "I will wait, a Loki Farbautison {His real name} love story." So if you have seen Thor and The Avengers, please read on! And this isn't a fan-girlish story, this story actually contains virtues within love. Thank you.
By the way, I know I name all my female characters Ember, but the next best name I came up with was Rachel, and that doesn't fit the story.

Chapter 2

Hm... I shall skip the next thriteen years, but at the end I'll write them if anyone wishes; they are of little importance.

Ember snorted ever so quietly into her fist. "Nice hat," she whispered to Loki, who stood stiffly besides her as he watched Thor walk towards the throne, bellowing.

Loki cast her a sideways glance from underneath the golden, arcing horns that protruded from his helmet. "You realize you don't need to be so sarcastic." It wasn't a question, just a statement. Ember shrugged slightly and inclined her head as if his words were not without reason.

Everything fell silent in the next moment. Backs stiffened, necks tensed, every head turned towards Thor, who was the only one to move as he bowed before the throne.

Odin gazed upon his elder son and began, "Thor Odin-son, my heir, my first born. So long entrusted with the mighty hammer, Mjollnir, forged in the heart of a dying star. It's power has no equal! As a weapon to destroy or as a tool to build. It is a fit companion for a king. I have defended Asgard, and the lives of the innocent across my realms in the time of the great beginning."

Loki shifted his stance a little, eyes on the floor as if he had spotted some intricate pattern he was determined to follow until it reached the walls. "Loki?" Ember murmured softly. The young woman's sharp gaze followed his to Thor's feet.

"Do you swear to guard the nine realms?" Odin said.

"I swear," Thor replied. This back and forth, question-and-answer game went on a few more questions.

"And do you swear to preserve the peace?"

"I swear!"

"Do you swear to cast aside your selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the realms?"

Thor's voice became more somber and louder at the same moment. "I swear!"

Ember watched a tiny bead of perspiration roll down Loki's cheek.

"And on this day, I Odin, All-Father, proclaim you..." Odin paused with his mouth slightly open as his gaze flicked up from Thor's visage, and he whispered, "Frost Giants."


Ember couldn't help but find amusement in that. She almost laughed as she followed the others --it was her duty as Thor's tutor and Loki's friend, she felt.

However, that didn't stop her from replaying that moment over and over in her head. I proclaim you... Frost Giant! Hehehe.... she thought merrily. She wondered how Thor had liked being called a Frost Giant rather then King of Asgard.

"The Jotuns must pay for what they've done!" Thor was fuming.

I pronounce you Frost Giant! Ember thought gleefully. Perhaps she did have an odd sense of humor. Loki shot her a glance and shook his head slightly, but he was smiling.

"All is well? They broke into the weapons vault! If the Frost Giants have stolen even one of these relics-"

Ember kind of wished that Thor would shut up. He was talking to loudly for her to heart her own thoughts, which had turned from Thor's belly-flop of a coronation to adventure stories filled with dragons and talking cats.

"He just broke your truce! They know you are vulnerable." Thor yelled.

Ember winced and put her hands over her ears, then silently cursed Thor for being such a fool and, as the exchange progressed, not having learned anything over her thirteen years of tutoring.

Odin broke in, voice powerful over Thor's. "But you're not King! Not yet."

Loki stiffened next to Ember, and she looked up with a measured, observant gaze. This might be interesting.


Thor gave a roaring growl and heaved the table into the air. Dishware and food clattered to the floor, the table crashing after them a moment later.

Soft footsteps echoed through the chamber, two sets so perfectly in sync that had you been there, you would have heard two feet, left, right, left, right.

Loki sat down next to his brother on the step that Thor had decided to sit on after flipping the table. Ember stood behind them, arms crossed over her chest, as if she were some sort of bodyguard.

"It is not wise to be in my company now, brother. This was to be my day of triumph." Thor said, putting his head between his hands. Loki responded with a soft murmur that escaped Ember's hearing, and then she zoned out until three others appeared in the room.

"No. No, no, no! I know that look!" Loki exclaimed.

Ember turned her head and saw that Thor was looking up at him with a strange gleam in his blue eyes. "It's the only way to ensure the safety of our borders-"

"Thor, it's madness!" Loki explained softly, though his voice attracted the stares of the others in the room.

"Madness? What's madness?" A man with a red beard asked curiously.

Loki looked less than surprised as Thor announced, "My friends, we're going to Jotunheim."

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