fanfic100 - Snow - 273 words
She was beautiful when she was angry.
And she was angry often and mostly at him. He could hardly blame her, since he had brought about the death of her father and all. And he didn't mind her anger, even directed at him. It was to be expected. Besides which, she'd been amazing to watch when she'd stormed into Asgard, eyes flashing, to challenge Odin after the death of her father. As she'd passed him, Loki had noticed the faint scent which had wafted in with her...winter woods rimed in ice, the sense of snow on the air. Something wild.
He'd been fascinated and watched as she spoke to the All-father, standing there amongst the gathered Aesir with pride in her bearing. She'd been ready to go to war with them all over the death of Thiazi until Odin had managed to strike a bargain with her. Someone must make her laugh again, for she hadn't since the death of her father, and she would be allowed to choose her husband from among the Aesir as long as she chose him by his feet. Loki had thought that last was rather ridiculous but he wasn't the one striking the bargain for once and besides, it was obvious where his part in it lay.
Making her laugh.
No one else among the Aesir could have done it, of that he was certain. No one else did do it, only Loki. She was as beautiful when she laughed as she was when she was angry.
And Loki had the distinct pleasure of knowing, later, that though Njord may have married Skahdi, it was Loki who'd had the snow-queen first.
And she was angry often and mostly at him. He could hardly blame her, since he had brought about the death of her father and all. And he didn't mind her anger, even directed at him. It was to be expected. Besides which, she'd been amazing to watch when she'd stormed into Asgard, eyes flashing, to challenge Odin after the death of her father. As she'd passed him, Loki had noticed the faint scent which had wafted in with her...winter woods rimed in ice, the sense of snow on the air. Something wild.
He'd been fascinated and watched as she spoke to the All-father, standing there amongst the gathered Aesir with pride in her bearing. She'd been ready to go to war with them all over the death of Thiazi until Odin had managed to strike a bargain with her. Someone must make her laugh again, for she hadn't since the death of her father, and she would be allowed to choose her husband from among the Aesir as long as she chose him by his feet. Loki had thought that last was rather ridiculous but he wasn't the one striking the bargain for once and besides, it was obvious where his part in it lay.
Making her laugh.
No one else among the Aesir could have done it, of that he was certain. No one else did do it, only Loki. She was as beautiful when she laughed as she was when she was angry.
And Loki had the distinct pleasure of knowing, later, that though Njord may have married Skahdi, it was Loki who'd had the snow-queen first.