I'm gonna be besties with your mom Loki
Thor shows me to where I will be staying for the next month, and I have to fight with myself to not stop every two seconds to admire the architecture and pieces of art scattered throughout the palace. I mildly feel like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, because wow my room is gorgeous. It’s bigger than any bedroom I’ve ever seen, with a giant golden four-poster bed in the center of the back wall, with two small steps leading up to it and the floor around it. I have my own gargantuan bathroom, including a massive stand-alone tub. Everything thus far is nothing compared to the private balcony I discover. I could stand there for hours – no – days, taking in every single detail of the view I’ve been given. I think I could be here for the millennia that Thor and his family have been here and not get tired of these things. And I know I’ve only seen a small fraction of what Asgard has to offer. I get shaken out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. I go and answer it and a young woman who introduces herself as Eleanor, my hand maid for the duration of my time here, tells me the queen is waiting to speak to me. I follow Eleanor out the door and back into the halls of the palace.
“Do you find your quarters satisfactory my lady?” she asks as we take one turn after another.
“Oh, it’s delightful! And I must insist you call me Iris.”
“Well, in that case, I insist you call me Nora, although I can’t promise I will oblige to your request.” She says with a smile.
“What does the queen want with me? Do you know?” My stomach is churning slightly. How can I be in trouble already, I’ve only just arrived?
“Well, there is to be a ball in four days’ time, and the queen herself wanted to take you to get you your gown, and to get you your everyday clothes as well. Ah, here we are!” She stops a few feet before who I’m assuming is the queen, meaning that I’m looking at Frigga, goddess of fertility. Nora bows to Frigga and then me before walking away.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Queen Frigga.” I say with a bow.
“No need to bow Iris. Come, let us get you some dresses.” She says simply, beckoning me to walk with her.