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Chapter 1:
This was NOT part of
The Plan

Okay, so things were not exactly going according to plan. In fact, this was heading toward a disaster!

Loki had only wished to delay his brother's coronation. That would have earned him some time and resources to prove once and for all to his father that making Thor the king of Asgard and the nine realms was a mistake. The proof being Thor’s impatience and need for action.

Loki cared for his brother, he truly did, but Thor was blinded by pride and rage, he was in no way ready to ascend the throne. How could his father not see that?! His father had always told them that his job as the king was to maintain the peace that they had been working so hard to obtain. Thor was not a man of peace, he was a man of war, and Loki had taken it into his own hands to finally prove it to his father.

It started with delaying the coronation. No, not just delaying it, he had to interrupt it in a way that would show off his brother's rage. Loki knew it was wrong, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and if you wanna make some change you need to break a few rules.

Loki had of course covered all his bases, making sure it could never be traced back to him. Not even the Frost Giants he helped sneak into their realm knew who he was, and even if they did, they would all be dead. He had led them to the treasury where he knew the only thing they would find was their certain doom. He had been worried that he had timed it wrong as his father was making his speech during the coronation, but just in time, it was stopped. His father rushed to the treasury to make sure the Frost Giants did not get their hands on the Casket of Ancient Winter. 

After that it was just a question of making Thor show his impatience and rage, to make him go against their father's direct orders and show everyone what kind of ruler he would truly be. And honestly, that barely took any persuasion. Loki didn’t need magic or lies to make Thor show his true nature, he just needed to point out to Thor the wrong path to take and encourage him to NOT do it, making his brother's stubborn nature kick in and match him down the path. Honestly, Loki had done nothing wrong there.

Even when all of Thor’s closest friends, Sif and the Warrior Three, also tried to talk him out of this truly insane idea, he just kept going, encouraging them to grab a shovel and help him dig his own grave. It was truly baffling how their father had ever thought Thor was ready for the throne. 

Still, Loki didn’t want the grave to swallow his brother whole. So he had made sure to inform a guard of Thor’s plan before leaving, knowing that the guard’s first job would be to inform The Allfather of what was going on. Their father would come before they could get in too much trouble, and then he would finally see how war-hungry Thor really was, and he would have to admit how bad of an idea it was to put him on the throne.

But the guard had been too slow, honestly, they should never have made it to Jotunheim! Loki had not been prepared for them to get past Heimdale, he had even talked like an idiot to the gatekeeper to delay their passing, which had earned him ridicule about his silver tongue. Then they had arrived in the enemy's land, and Loki had no real way of delaying them any further as they marched into the throneroom of this realm and were suddenly surrounded by frost giants. 

Loki realized that if he let Thor start a fight they would all not just be in trouble, but possible mortal danger. He begged his brother to stop and think, but once again his brother just pushed him to the side, saying Loki should know his place. This was exactly what Loki had wanted to show his father, but what good would it do if their father was not here to watch and if they all died?!

So when Laufey, the king of the Jotuns, had waved them off, telling them to run off home before they started an actual war, Loki had quickly stepped in, thanking him for his generous offer, and started guiding Thor back toward where they needed to go. And it worked… That was, until one of the frost giants taunted Thor, calling him a princess. And Loki knew that just like he only had to say one thing to make Thor charge down this path of rage, someone else could easily make his brother rage too.

“Damn.” 

And so Thor attacked, and the scene around them quickly turned into a battlefield.

Loki fought alongside his brother and his friends, trying desperately to keep them all safe and move the group toward a clear area for them to call Heimdale to get them out of there, or at least buy them enough time for the Allfather to arrive! He knew that his father would come and save them if he just kept the group alive for long enough.

But how much damage would come before that? He was not even thinking of the physical damage that he and his allies might suffer, though he imagined those would also be bad, he was thinking of the damage to the peace they were trying to maintain. Would this start a war? Shatter the peace that their father had made. Would the other realms take part in that war, would they take his father's side? And even if they did, how much would they lose in this war? How could Thor be so foolish?! He knew his brother was thick headed but he didn’t think he would take it this far! Otherwise, he would have done more to prevent him from coming here! This was not supposed to start a war! Just show Thor was unfit for the throne! 

Things were not going according to his plan. 

Loki’s thought had been like a snarling whirlwind. Analyzing his plan and where it had gone wrong. Cursing out his brother and his rash behaviors, and himself a little for not seeing this coming. Desperately looking for a way out of this mess and thinking of what to do after. 

But then suddenly it was like that whirlwind of thoughts had been completely frozen, leaving an icey statue in its place that then shattered into a million pieces so tiny that it was like it had been disintegrated, leaving his mind almost completely barren. All the details of his plan were forgotten. All his frustration for his brother disappeared. All his plans for the future no longer existed.

The whirlwind of thoughts in his head had disappeared in a single moment, making his whole being focused on one object, making everything else, his thoughts, his surroundings, the world, disappear. There was only one thing his mind, his being, his soul, could focus on.

His arm.

Loki had stabbed one of the frost giants, making it fall to its knees in front of him, but not yet dead. It had grabbed onto his arm, destroyed his armor there, and was pouring its magic into his skin as one of the others had done to Volstagg just a moment ago, making him yell out in pain and warning the others to not let the Frost Giants touch them. But where the warriors had screamed because his skin and arm had been afflicted with magical frostbites, Loki’s arm was left unharmed.

Except it was blue. 

Loki's eyes were wide as he looked at his skin, blue yet unharmed, and he was for a moment completely stunned, not understanding what had happened. But before he could even try to make his mind work again to analyze what was going on and try to understand it, he saw the Jotun look at him in shock too. 

Loki acted quickly, using the knife in his other hand to quickly stab the Frost Giant, killing it instantly and silencing its mouth forever. He was not sure what had happened, but something had told him he needed to make sure the Jotun did not know either. Or perhaps he had killed it so it would stop pouring whatever strange magic it had onto him!

Was this another form of attack? Had the Jotun cursed him? Or was there something else going on with him? He watched his arm for a moment, still not registering the battlefield around him, and observed as the blue slowly crept back toward his fingers, his skin slowly turning back to its normal color as the blue completely faded, leaving no evidence it had ever been there.

Loki looked up in disbelief as his mind started turning again, his thoughts desperate for answers. But now was not the time for that, he could not think of an answer right now with the battle still raging on around him. He needed to get his brother and his friends out of this alive! He needed to get them to the Allfather! He would save them… And then he could find the answer. He just had to get out of this battle first.

But the battle did not last much longer.

"ENOUGH!" 

The voice rang out over the battlefield, its sheer power causing even the icicles above them to shudder along with the people fighting below. The command carried an authority that could not be ignored, commanding the attention of all who heard it.

In an instant, everything came to a halt. The combatants ceased their fighting, turning towards the source of the voice. The Jotuns regarded it with a knowing look, while the Asgardians stood in shock. A profound stillness settled upon the battlefield as if time itself held its breath.

Then suddenly blue magic swiped across the battlefield. It moved like an avalanche, originating from the location of the voice, and with an astonishing speed crawled over and covered every inch of the already frozen battlefield with enchanted ice. The magic reached out, grabbing onto the feet of everyone present, ensuring they remained frozen in place. The battlefield turned into a frozen picture, with all of the fighters caught and held captive by the power of the spell.

The air was heavy with anticipation, the scene was eerie, bathed in an otherworldly glow cast by the shimmering blue ice. The silence hung thick with unspoken questions and a sense of awe. Had only the Asgardians been frozen this would surely have meant their doom, but the magic did not discriminate between Jotuns and Asgardians, freezing everyone on the battlefield as equals.

Loki looked at the magic in disbelief, while he knew the Jotuns had ice magic, he had never seen or heard of anything this powerful, at least not since they lost the Casket of Ancient Winter. He looked up to who the voice belonged to and found himself completely mesmerized.

It was a Jotun, he had expected as much, but what he had not expected was how they looked. They were different from all the other Jotuns around them, from any Jotun he had ever seen or heard of… She was different.

First of all, she was female, a truly rare sight when it came to Jotuns as most of their front fighters were male. But the few females Loki had seen had all looked like warriors too, big brutes who could be mistaken for a man in a wig. This one was a lot more, well, feminine. Her body was more curved and built differently than the men around her. She was a bit smaller than the other giants, but no more than Sif was smaller than Thor, and her muscles were not bulging out like they were on display.

Yet it didn’t make her look any less powerful, if anything it made her look more intimidating. She didn’t need to show off her strength, muscles, or weapons, for you to know she was the most powerful being in the room, no, all that was shown in the way she held herself, her gaze, and just the aura all around her. She was truly a being to be feared.

She also had hair, not rare for a female jotun, but still not the norm. Not only did she have hair, but long, beautiful, waving hair, which along with her thick eyelashes was a shocking white color, looking as white as the purest light itself, having an almost glowing effect. That truly was a rarity, never had Loki seen a Jotun with hair that was not black or dark brown.

She was also dressed differently, and not just because she was more covered up than the others. The fur of her clothing was made with white fur instead of brown, and it was pristine, not looking dirty in any way like what you might expect from a place like this, but pure white like freshly fallen snow. Her clothing looked like white snow clouds covering her up.

The fur was tied with silver threads, which decorated the garment in a way that reminded one of ice crystals, giving the whole outfit an enchanting aura.

All the white and silver made her colors stand out more.

Her blue skin looked vibrant and alive. Against the light color of her clothing, it almost looked like the color of a deep blue sky. It had patterns in it, lines made of a dark indigo color that swirled around her exposed skin and drew your eyes to follow them as they snuck under her clothing. Her skin also had mist-like traces of a light sapphire color, making her skin glow in an enchanting way as if the dust of a jewel was incorporated into her very skin. Making her have subtle luminosity, giving her an ethereal and otherworldly presence.

All of this made her body seem like a masterfully crafted art piece.

And then there were her eyes.

All Jotuns had red eyes, and she was no exception. But where the other's eyes were dull, bland, and sometimes almost orange, hers were vibrant and full of power and life. It was eyes that made you feel like you could fall into them and drown in the depths of them, and yet still had such a shine and glow to them that truly made them look like precious gemstones, it was like someone had taken the two most flawless rubies in existence and placed them in her eyes, making them shine with a mesmerizing brilliance. They held a captivating power. As if they carried within them the secrets of ancient wisdom and untold knowledge. 

Her entire being emanated this power. Her posture was regal, her presence akin to that of a goddess, and her gaze commanded attention as it swept across the battlefield, and for just a moment, locked with Loki's own eyes.

As Loki gazed into her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. At that moment, he once again his carefully constructed plans, the chaos of the battlefield fading into insignificance, and even his own name.

She was breathtaking, no, she was more than breathtaking! From the moment his eyes landed on her she had completely taken over his mind, redefining the definition of beauty itself. She possessed a magnetic allure that reached deep into him and tugged at the string of his heart and soul itself. The sight of her had stirred something deep within him, unleashing a rush of emotion that he had never experienced before and that he had no words for. 

She was not merely the most beautiful being he had ever seen in the nine realms but was the embodiment of beauty itself. A truly divine being that would forever linger in his memories and etch itself into the core of his being. 

Her beauty is like a perfect crystal ball, reflecting the light around it in an enchanting light showing off its perfection.

She was perfection itself. 

And then Thor threw Mjølnir at her.

Loki’s thoughts shattered like a crystal ball hit with a hammer, bursting out into a million sharp shards that painfully cut at his mind, causing him pain but also waking him up.

Loki remembered where he was, who he was, and what was going on, but before he could shout any kind of protest toward his brother's action or understand why the thought of this stranger getting hurt caused him so much pain or how she had mesmerized him so fast, the Jotun simply lifted her hand, palm out, and caught the hammer before it hit her. Her fingers wrapped around the top of the hammer, nails scraping against its sides spreading frost and ice along the surface.

Mjølnir was one of the most powerful weapons in Asgard and was known for trying its best to always hit its intended target, so stopping it in the middle of an attack was no easy task. It craved enormous power, something that this lady clearly possessed.

Yet it still took some effort though. Loki could see how her muscles were working hard in her arm to keep the hammer at bay as it still tried to push forward to hit her. He watched how her brow would slightly furrow with the strain of the battle, the faintest hint of sweat appearing on her skin before she swiped her hand along with the hammer to the side. The movement caused the hammer to fly past her and crash into the ground, colliding and slightly cracking the enchanted ice that was still on the battlefield.

Before Thor could call back his hammer, the lady swiftly lifted her hand, making the magical ice around Mjølnir follow her movement and swiftly move up and around the hammer, completely encapsulating it in the magical ice and showing off the control she possessed, not only over her magic and the ice but also over the current state of the battlefield.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, an action that would for a normal person in this weather create a small misty cloud, but did no such thing with her, showing her breath was cold like this place. Not only was her breath cold, but so too was her expression as she turned toward Thor. Her eyes were icy cold, yet still brilliant, like a dragger masterfully crafted out of the coldest ice. Beautiful, yet deadly.

“I said enough!” She said with authority, lifting her hand again as the enchanted ice traveled further up Thor’s leg, making his escape impossible. “Do not make me repeat myself, now, what is the meaning of this?” She asks seriously.