Training Session
“Calm your mind. Envision the fire inside you, feel it burn bright.”
Frigga’s soft voice echoed in your head. You focused on her words and calmed your mind. You concentrated on your power, envisioning a fire deep inside, starting as a spark but erupting into a huge flame. You felt heat in your hand and opened your eyes to see sparks slowly turn into flames in your hands.
“Well done, (Y/N).”
You glanced at Frigga who was smiling at you proudly. You both stood in the center of one of the castle's gardens. It had been your training area since you began your lessons with her. You turned your gaze to the flames in your hands, willing them to grow bigger. They obeyed covering your entire hand. You laughed in amazement. After years of training this was the most in control you had been of your power.
“Now let’s see if you can control them.”
You turned quickly to Frigga who was pointing at a pear tree about 100 meters away.
“Take out a single pear, but leave the tree unharmed.”
“You can’t be serious.”
She only smiled at you, before backing away slightly. You sighed, moving into a position directly in front of the tree. You closed your eyes and steadied your breathing, you extinguished the flames in your left hand. You opened your eyes, raising your right hand in front of you towards the tree. I can do this. You flicked your wrist sending a small fireball towards the tree. At least you thought it was small. The fireball struck sending the tree up in flames. You stood frozen staring at the tree in shock.
“Well it can’t be said you don’t have power.”
Frigga moved beside you tilting her head and examining the tree.
“But your control could use a little work.”
She turned to you a grin on her face.
“A little? She practically set the whole garden a flame. It seems she might need more practice.”
You both turned towards the voice. Loki. You quickly turned, bringing your flaming hand up towards his face.
“Shall I try it on you next then?”
Loki threw his hands up in surrender before smirking.
“I merely jest.”
You scoffed before lowering your hand and extinguishing the flames.
“I wouldn’t be so hard on her my son, or should I bring up the grape incident?”
Frigga was holding back a smile as she gave her son a look. You turned to her smiling.
“Oh I would love to hear that.”
“Well back when he was just a toddler-“
“No, no no no…No.”
Loki jumped between the two of you a slight blush on his cheeks. He turned towards his mother.
“You swore never to speak of that.”
Frigga turned away walking back towards the castle.
“I remember saying no such things.”
Loki sighed as he watched her walk away.
“So grapes, huh?”
You wore a playful smile as Loki turned to you exasperated.
“Please don’t.”
You giggled. He tried to look angry but to you, he always looked like a cute little kid, even though at this point he was taller than you. It had been a couple centuries since you made Asgard your home. You worked nearly every day with Frigga, training your powers. She also taught you how to handle swords and knives. And in your spare time, you grappled with other soldiers in training, learning hand-to-hand fighting techniques. In that time you and Loki had both grown into young adults. He had grown quite tall, rivaling the height of his older brother Thor, making you seem like a dwarf in comparison. Stupid gods and their ridiculous height.
“(Y/N), Hello?”
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Loki’s hand waving in front of your face and voice calling your name.
“Huh? What?”
Loki just pointed behind you.
“You should probably fix that, least we have another great hall incident.”
You turned realizing your flames had quickly overtaken the tree and were threatening to spread to others.
“Shit!”
You quickly ran grabbing the buckets of water you kept close for just this reason. You flung water at the tree but it did little. You turned to Loki agitated.
“A little help?!”
Loki smirked before flicking his wrists. Four buckets of water floated into the air above the tree before turning upside down soaking the tree, and you as well. You were drenched, your hair covered your face making you look like some sort of demon. You heard Loki laughing in the distance and chucked the empty bucket you were holding in his direction.
“Not funny Loki!”
You moved your hair off your face, pulling it up into a messy bun. You glared at Loki. Realizing your bucket fell short of its mark, resting about 10 meters from Loki’s feet.
“Was that really necessary?”
You sighed before slowly making your way over to him.
“Necessary? No. Hilarious? Absolutely.”
“You do realize I’ll be getting you back for that.”
You stopped in front of him, looking him dead in the eye. He didn’t look away.
“Oh, you can try, but you never will.”
You smirked before flicking your right leg back. You caught the fallen bucket on your foot than in one swift motion launched it forward in a powerful kick. The bucket was on target but Loki faded away just before it made contact. A double?
“Told you.”
Loki’s voice was right in your ear, sending chills down our spine. You spun around ready to make contact with your fist to his face but he caught your hand, smirking. You groaned before pulling away from him.
“Aww come on, don’t be like that.”
You hated how he could always best you in a fight. No matter how hard you trained he always had a one up on you.
“I come bearing gifts.”
And yet, you turned to Loki who was holding out a drying cloth for you. Your frown broke as you gave a soft laugh. I can never stay mad at him. You grabbed the cloth away from him a little too forcefully before sitting down on the grass and wringing out your hair. Loki took a seat tentatively beside you.
“You know I was only joking right.”
He turned to look at you, sincerity in his eyes.
“You really have come a long way.”
You sighed.
“I know.”
You turned to look at him.
“You know one of these days one of your jokes will go too far.”
Loki looked offended, raising a hand to his chest.
“Not possible.”
You grinned, rolling your eyes.
“Sure…”
“If I haven’t driven you mad yet, I fear I never will.”
He grinned at you, and you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Never say never.”