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The Way Things Were	By : LuciferDragon Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
Dyre had no idea where she was going, nor did she really care to stop and think about it. She just let her feet take her wherever they felt like, making odd turns here and there to be sure he wouldn't end up following her. She had missed Loki, of course, as well as Thor, but she didn't think he was still the childish boy he had been in the past. He was a prince. "You'd figure he'd act more… more princely…" she muttered under her breath, hitching the bottom of her pale white dress up to walk smoother.
The familiar parts of the commons soon became unfamiliar back roads. She started getting a little nervous, feeling as though she shouldn't have been down that particular road. She quickened her pace, trying to get her bearings. Unfortunately, her sense of direction was not top notch when distracted, she found out.
She turned a corner, thinking it was a proper way out of the slums, and ran into a solid figure. "I'm terribly sorry, I-I wasn't watching where I was going and—"
The solid figure leered at her, an almost amused smile claiming his features. "Well now, what's a fair flower like yourself doing here?"
"I-I got lost and… What are you looking at?"
"You have to understand, it's been quite a long time since a pretty one came my way. Now, let's see about you being lost. I think I can fix that."
Dyre backed up a step, not liking his tone of voice. "I'll-I'll find my own way, thank you."
"Now now, don't you have any manners? When a man offers his services, you accept."
She clenched her eyes shut as she saw his hand reaching for her arm, but opened them when she felt a presence to her side.
"Ah, there you are, dearest. Haven't I told you not to run off? Naughty thing, you."
Dyre didn't even mind Loki's teasing at that point. "Ah, yes. I just didn't listen."
Loki grinned at the man before them, who held a surprised look. "Women, they'll never listen, will they? Now, was there a problem here?"
The man paled slightly. "N-not at all, Prince Loki."
"Good. Off with you now."
The man turned tail and fled, but didn't get far. Loki flicked his wrist in his direction and the man proceeded to trip over nothing at all. The man scrambled to his feet and ducked around a corner, where a distinct clanging sound of impact rang out.
Dyre flinched. "What did you have him collide into?"
"Metal, though it seems it wasn't solid enough for the result I had in mind. I was looking for a different sort of clang. One with more satisfaction to it." He motioned for her to follow and turned around. "Come, I'll walk you home."
She felt an odd sinking feeling as she looked at his back, knowing he was leading her to her chambers where she would probably be kept for another fifty years. She stood her ground. "I don't want to go back."
He scoffed and looked at her. "You really want to stay in this shit hole instead?"
"Well… no, but I don't want to go home. Not yet. I never get to spend this much time outside due to the responsibilities of healing people. I… want to enjoy it more." She smiled. "I wouldn't mind causing panic some more either."
He shrugged. "The day is still young. We have a few hours to nightfall. And there are a few people that have been rubbing me the wrong way lately."
Dyre walked past him in the direction he had originally been heading. "Well then, I think they should learn a lesson, shouldn't they?"
He chuckled, wondering why he and his brother hadn't just ordered her parents to let her out more often. She was too much fun to be kept locked up in the stuffy medical ward most of her life. "Don't play with fire unless you want to get burned, Dyre."
She held up a finger as he stepped closer. "One condition."
"It will depend on what the condition is."
"No more pranks on me. Anyone else, and I mean anyone, but not me. I think I've had enough of it today, haven't I?"
He gave a small wounded sigh and placed a hand to his heart. "Would I really mess with you more than I have today?"
She arched a brow at him.
"You know me too well." He waved a hand in dismissal. "Fine, no more on you."
"No lying?"
"No lies."
"Swear it."
"On what?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Swear it or I will never speak to you or see you again. I promise you that."
He scoffed. "Not that I get to see you much as it is." At her glare, he sighed and nodded. "Fine, I swear it on that."
She seemed satisfied enough with the answer. "Well then, who are we pranking?"
He didn't exactly answer. "You'll see when we get there."

"No! No, no, no, I want no part in this!"
"Don't tell me you've lost interest."
"Loki, this is your father we're talking about!"
"And?"
She spread her arm out over the expanse of the empty throne room. "This is your father! Odin. The All Father! The-the-the … Odin!"
He arched a brow at her. "It's a simple trick that will only last for a few minutes when it activates. Nothing bad will come of it. Not while we're here. You'll be long gone before then." He picked up the helmet that Odin had left on his throne.
Dyre threw her hands up in defeat. "Do as you wish. I want no part of your beheading."
"You wanted to have fun, didn't you?" He whispered an incantation close to the helm and placed it back on the throne gently. "You won't even be seeing the outcome of this. Only a few probably will, but stories will be told of how Odin's helm became a squawking goose for a moment in time."
Thundering footsteps faded in from outside the throne room doors and Dyre's blood ran cold. She looked to Loki, who had also paled. He mouthed "follow me" and led her behind one of the massive pillars off to the side of the throne.
Not two seconds later, Odin stormed through the doors, accompanied by a man completely covered in golden armor. "I will not say it again, Tyr, my son can hunt whenever he so chooses. He is still a young prince… a young man. He needs to rid himself of his excess energy somehow."
Tyr scoffed. "At least it's more productive than—"
"Don't say what we all know. Thor will be fine. He always is. He has his friends with him."
"That and the Lady Sif. How goes the… courtship?"
Dyre fidgeted against Loki's protective grasp keeping her pressed to the column to keep them from sight. She hadn't known there was more to the woman she had met than friendship. She scolded herself for being so naïve.
"It is well, so I believe, but Lady Sif is not like other women. Not many will battle as fiercely as she."
"The valkyrie training with Brunhilda helped immensely, of course."
Odin flinched at the mention of the male-hating valkyrie. "Has he been focusing in his training? Mjolnir will not respond to just anyone."
"It's been progress, but I believe he needs more time."
"Very well. See to it that he is worked harder. How is Loki's progress?"
Tyr cleared his throat as he watched his king shift his helmet into his arms and seat himself on his throne. "Surprisingly well. He's found a fondness for staves and knives mostly. Though that magic of his… It's a rare gift, sire. It could be powerful, if used right, but he only insists on using it for his trickery."
Loki gave a quiet breath of a laugh and Dyre smiled as well.
Odin sighed. "Yes, but you must remember, he is still a young man as well. While Thor has his hunting, Loki has his tricks. So long as they're keeping out of my hair, it isn't a problem." He set the helm on his head, which instantly sprang to life with a golden goose head and flapping wings, squawking and honking up a storm. Both men leapt in surprise and Odin scrambled to throw the helm off. It landed on the stone floor with a clank, all signs of the golden goose completely gone. "LOKI!" Odin stormed out of the throne room with Tyr in tow, looking for the young prankster.
Said young man was holding himself up on the pillar, unable to breathe through his laughter. Dyre couldn't even make a sound through her shaking body until she drew in a deep breath and started laughing as hard as he. "That was amazing!" she commented between her laughter, lowering herself to her knees so she could support her aching sides. "You will be sent to Helheim for this for sure!"
"If the old man can catch me of course." Before her eyes, he shifted into a black-furred wolf, showing he had long since perfected the form of shapeshifting.
"Oh dear, don't tell me I have to fear finding you in places you don't belong."
He gave a playful sounding bark before shifting back, his grin still plastered on his face. "I'm always in places I don't belong, don't you remember?"
"Yes but now you have a way into the women's bath houses without being detected if it fit your desires."
"It could; never thought of it actually. Tell me when you visit the bath houses and I'll test it out."
She pushed at his shoulder. "Lech."
"Wasn't my idea, Dyre. You're just as devious for just having the thoughts." He laughed slightly. "Or is it your obvious virginity talking?"
Her eyes widened and she looked away. "I've no idea what you mean."
"It's an easy fix, you know. In, out, and done. I could help you with the problem, if that is the case."
She stood suddenly, breaking his train of thought. "I'd like to leave now. I think I've been away from home long enough."
He studied her for a second before standing as well. "If that is your wish."
She picked up her basket of herbs and headed for the door.
"Ah, might not be the best idea to just storm out."
"Then what do you suggest?"
"I was thinking the emergency exits that were made in case of an invasion. It lets out in your part of the city."
"Fair enough."

They walked in heavy silence the entire way, making the tension thicker. "I apologize if I've upset you in any way."
"Why would a prince apologize to a lowly medicine woman?"
He narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"
She turned on him then, almost at her front door. "Why are you poking at my lack of experience? It's not like you can do anything about it, so don't even lie about wanting to help me."
He stood in shock for a second before he started laughing. "Dyre, this is what friends do. At least, this is what Thor and the others do. They speak of their conquests, both in battles and sex. I only assumed with you being less than a proper lady, you wouldn't mind a bit of teasing." His smile faded a bit. "And I never lied. I swore I wouldn't, remember?"
She scoffed. "Sure you didn't." She wanted to say more, but the front door opened, allowing the figure of Andren to stand before them.
"There you are young lady. Where in Helheim's Gate have you been? Your mother and I have been worried sick about you!"
Dyre flinched. "I'm sorry, Father. But I have the—"
"No excuses. Inside, right now!" He jabbed a finger inside the doorway to emphasize his words. He watched with a patronizing gaze as she sulked inside. He gave a look to Loki. "Thank you for walking her home, Prince Loki. I'll see to it that she doesn't bother you again."
Before the prince could even say she hadn't been a bother at all, Andren slammed the wooden barrier closed. To anyone else, Loki would have burned the door down and demanded respect, but Andren had helped him more often than anyone else in his childhood when Thor would almost get them killed. Instead, he did what any trickster would do and shifted a stone to represent a decapitated goat head to leave on the front step. He just hoped Andren would be the one to find it and not Dyre.
She hadn't changed much in the fifty years he had seen her. Not physically, anyway. She still loved to help cause chaos, which sat fine with him. Usually it was just he who had all the fun, by himself. It was different with someone there to share the joke with, even if she had become the ass of some of them. He only wondered why she was so sensitive on the topic of sex, considering how they had parted ways. Though when he thought about it, he had come off a bit strong with his advances, even if he knew she'd never agree to them. She was only supposed to find it as teasing and brush it off like nothing, not take offense to it.
He supposed that men joking about the topic was different than teasing a woman who still had her maidenhood, who had never done more than innocent things out of curiosity. He wasn't sure if she'd be the type to be eager to be done with it, or one who would be tentative to. He surprised himself with wanting to know the answer. He did love mind games, and finding the answer to most anything that puzzled him was what drove him to do most of what he did. The Winternights festival was almost upon the realm. He'd make sure he'd solve the puzzle, one way or another.
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