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Sigyn was strolling through the lush palace gardens, breathing deeply in the heady perfume of the myriad of flowers surrounding her. She was smiling softly, humming the music she'd heard last night, as she relieved her dance with the handsome Lord Theoric. Last night had been the first night of Vårensankomst, one of her favorite celebrations of the Asgardian year... well it was once boring ritual of giving thanks to the gods was over with. (Personally Sigyn found the whole thing a little silly since Asgard was called the Home of the gods)

Every previous year they'd come to the city to celebrate, Sigyn had enjoyed the many nights of feasting as it meant she got to eat as many sweets as she pleased, and she could play with her friends until the first rays of the sun graced the morning skies. She was set to do the very same this this year even when she was getting to old for such things when by happenstance, she looked across the grand hall.

Theoric had been standing there, conversing with his comrade in arms when by happenstance he had turned his head in her direction. Their met, and suddenly, Sigyn could hardly breathe! He was the most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on.

One of her friends, Thalia, she thinks it was was tugging on her arm for her to follow their group. Sigyn ignored her, and Thalia gave up, running off with their friends. 

As she watched, Lord Theoric had excused himself from his conversation, and had started walking towards her. Sigyn had wanted to either heave forth up all of her dinner, or flee, but she did neither as he at last arrived.

He'd given a courtly bow, extended his hand, and asked, "May I have the pleasure of this dance, my Lady?"

Sigyn blushed as she bobbed a curtsy in return, and took his hand, "You may, my Lord."

With that, he has led her onto the dance floor, and had done his best to lead her in the dance the musicians were playing. Sigyn cursed herself for not paying more attention to learning how to dance proper Asgardian dances instead of the ones she'd learned on Midgard, Still he had smiled and had looked at her as if she were the most beautiful goddess in the Nine Realms. 


"Your smile is betraying your thoughts, daughter mine," came the voice of her father as he appeared out of the shadows of the trees.

Sigyn jumped back, startled out of her reverie, she pressed a heart over her racing heart, "Must you always do that, Father? Hide in the shadows like that?" Although her words were scolding, there was no  heat behind them. She noted a knowing smile had crept upon her father's face, and with a sigh, she waited for the questioning to come.

"I cannot help but notice that you seem rather... quixotic today, my little snowflake. Perhaps it may have something to do with a certain Lord Theoric I saw you dancing with for most of the evening last night? Is he the one responsible for the dreamy glow about you this morning?"

Sigyn felt her cheeks flush in spite of herself, "And what if he is, Father? I found Lord Theoric to be charming and courteous."

"Is it those qualities that inspire this starry-eyed look for you, snowflake, or is there another reason?"

"Perhaps I also find him pleasing to gaze upon as well."

Chuckling, Loki wrapped one arm around his daughter, and hugged her. For all the talented she'd shown in the art of magic, his daughter was not as skilled at hiding things that had to do with the affairs of the heart.

"Fair warning, my snowflake, that along with your fancy of this young lord comes my scrutiny of him. I will be keeping a close watch on him for as long as he has my daughter's favor."

Sigyn rolled her eyes as she'd seen her Pop Pop do many times, and said, "Of course you will, Father. Although I think I am wise enough to handle my suitors alone." Before he could say another word, Sigyn conjured a butterfly that danced around his face as she then danced her way further into the gardens.

As he watched her dance away, Loki felt concern, and he muttered, "Ah, my dear little snowflake, you're so headstrong and perhaps too confident like your father. Please, my dear, do not be like me when it comes to the matters of the heart."

A voice suddenly and rudely interrupted his thoughts, "Loki, brother dear, what mischief are you stirring up on this fine day?"

Loki turned to look at his brother as Thor walked towards him, laughing heartily. "Ah, Thor, always quick to be suspicious of what I am doing!" He said this in half jest and half accusation, "I was merely taking in the beauty of the garden, brother. Though I cannot delay here forever as I have a task that needs my attention."

Thor raised an eyebrow, his smile vanishing ~~expression turning serious.~~, "A task? Is something amiss?"


Loki dismissed him with the wave of a hand, "Nothing that would concern you, brother mine. I must merely stand guard for one in matters of the heart."

"Sigyn is enchanted with Lord Theoric then," Thor inquired.

"She is," Loki sighed.

"Ah, young love. It is both a grand and vexing thing, is it not?"

Loki's smile faltered as he looked one more time in the direction Sigyn had gone, "Indeed, Thor. It is indeed." With that he vanished before his brother's eyes, leaving Thor to ponder the mysteries of love and the mischief make he called his brother.
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Eva Stark was a rising star in the culinary world. Ever since she could remember, she had a passion for cooking that started with her helping her mother with dinner. She entered culinary school after she graduated high school, and worked hard to become a 4-star chef at a top restaurant. She succeeded in everything she wanted to accomplish in the culinary, never forgetting her roots of her small town as she did so.
 
Tony Stark, her father, was her town's top and number one mechanic. He could fix anything and everything that had an engine, whether it was cars or tractors. If her mother had given her a love of cooking, then her father had instilled in her the love she had for tinkering with machines. Her love of tinkering had proved to be beneficial in her cooking in ways she'd never guessed as the tinkering had helped her hone both precision and attention to the little details, just like her father.
 
Pepper Potts, her mother, was one of the most loved teachers in town at their local elementary school. She always encouraged Eva's love of learning new things and exploring her world, whether it was through her cooking or helping her father take apart old appliances with her father.  Another trait Eva had gotten from her mother was her love of helping other people, something that Eva had worked into her cooking on days she volunteered in programs that fed the less fortunate.
 
Finally, Eva's older brother, Ethan, was a talented artist who had moved away from their town to New York to pursue his dreams in the arts. Even with him living hundreds of miles from them, they all remained close to one another and they supported each other in their individual endeavors.
 
One day when Eva was in the middle of prepping everything for dinner service that evening when she got a call from her father. Her Dad was in a bit of a bind, and needed her help for what some might consider to be an unusual project. It seemed the town's only milk truck had broken down on the outskirts of town. The milk truck was a very important part of town as it was used to deliver fresh milk to the town's families on an almost daily basis.
 
"Of course, I can help, Daddy. Just give me a day or so to get back to town and we'll have the milk truck fixed in no time!" 
 
With the end of that phone call, Eva packed up her tools and headed back to her hometown as quickly as she could arrange it. She dropped off her things at her parents house, then went to find her father. It didn't take long to find him since everyone in town knew about the milk truck and was able to tell her the location. When she arrived at the spot, she found her father in the middle of a group of farmers she'd known most of her life, all gathered around the milk truck. The farmers were all smiles when they saw her as they were all eager to get the truck back to delivering.
 
After hugging her father, Eva said, "Well, first things first and I think that's we need to get the milk truck towed back into town. But that's only if you don't want to start hauling all your tools out here to Farmer Stokes's field?"
 
"All the same to you, Tony, Miss Stark, I'd prefer that you didn't, since I plan on letting my cows in this field today," Farmer Kurt L. Stokes piped up.
 
"Okay, towing it to my garage it is then!" Tony said.
 
 
***
It took about an hour to get the tow truck out to the farm, get the milk truck hooked up, and then towed back to Tony's shop. Once the milk truck was in the shop, father and daughter got to work to see what had caused the milk truck to break down.
 
While they worked, they talked, laughed, and caught up with what was happening in their every day lives as it'd been awhile since Eva had come home. After they'd been working a few hours, Eva suggested they take a break, and she got out the thermos of milk one of the farmers had given her while they'd waited on the tow truck.
 
"So, Daddy," Eva began, taking a sip of milk before continuing, "You know how you and Mom have had the suspicion that I am seeing someone. And you know how I've uh been denying it?"
 
Tony nodded, "Yes, I know and know." He sipped his own milk and took a bite of one of his daughter's homemade chocolate chip cookies she'd brought with her, "So are you? Seeing someone that is?"
 
Eva nodded, and took a deep breath before she said, "Yeah... yeah I am seeing someone, and we're actually coming up on the six month mark soon."
 
He gave a whistle, "Wow! Six months already, huh?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"So, is it okay for me to ask who he is?"
 
She nodded, "Yeah, yeah it's okay. It's... Loki Laufeyson." As she talked she watched her Dad closely to see his reaction.
 
Tony's eyes widened, even as he nearly choked on his milk. After a coughing fit, and wiping away his tears from it, her asked, "Loki Laufeyson... as in the other chef you were bickering with every two seconds on that cooking competition you did?"
 
"Yes, he's the one," she confirmed, smiling sheepishly.
 
Tony whistled again then said, "Wow, honey, never in a million years would I seen that one coming since you two really seemed to... not like each other. Or was all that animosity between you two a part of it too since you were doing a so-called reality cooking competition?" He made air quotation marks when he said the word air, "I made I've heard how sometimes they ask competitors to put on acts with each other to make these shows more interesting since people love juicy drama."
 
"Well in our case what you saw was not an act put on for benefit of the show. I mean if you want to confirm it, just ask Darcy, and she'll tell you that neither Loki or I even liked each other before we went on Commander Chef!"
 
"No love lost then, huh?"
 
"No, there wasn't. We literally could not stand each other!" Eva said, rolling her eyes as she recalled her past interactions with Loki.
 
"So what changed between you two?" Tony asked.
 
Eva took a moment to gather her thoughts, thinking on where exactly the unexpected turn in her relationship with Loki, and had transformed it from hostile rivalry to something that was definitely friendship and perhaps love? Finally she sighed, and said, "It's kind of a long story, Dad, but I'll do my best to sum up. It turned out that after the show had ended, we both went back to our respective restaurants, and we continued on with our careers. But somehow, over the next month, we kept bumping into each other at the most unexpected places."
 
"Such as?" Tony inquired.
 
"Well for one, like the restaurant that prepares and serves quality, nutritional food to the poor and the homeless. I like to volunteer there whenever I can, and one day I went in for a shift, and found Loki of all people already in the kitchen.!"
 
Tony arched an eyebrow.
 
"I'm serious, Daddy! Loki was there, chopping up rainbow carrots!"
 
As she continued to recount the transformation in her relationship with Loki, Tony listened attentively, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected turn of events. When Eva had finished, he leaned back against his workbench, and thought about everything she had told him.
 
"I'll say it again, wow. That really is quite the plot twist," Tony remarked with a chuckle, "Who would have thought that behind all that bickering you two were doing was hiding the spark of romance?"
 
Eva grinned, relief washing over her at her father's positive reaction, and she nodded, "Yeah, it's crazy how these things work out sometimes. I mean we went from not liking each other at all to collaborating with each other in the kitchen, and well, outside of it too."
 
Her father gave a pensive nod, "I suppose maybe it could be the magic of good food? I mean I've never tasted his food but I have yours, and believe me, it has the ability to bring people together in more ways than just one."
 
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the garage. Eva looked to the door to see who it was, and she found Loki standing there with a sheepish smile on his face
 
"Hello, I hope that I'm not interrupting something important," Loki said, his gaze going back and forth between them.
 
Eva shook her head, and she  gestured for him to come closer, "Not at all. Dad, as I'm sure you know, is Loki Laufeyson."
 
With a warm smile, Tony extended his hand in greeting, "It's nice to meet you, Loki. Eva's told me a lot about you."
 
Loki shook Tony's hand with a polite smile, "Likewise, Mr. Stark. I hope Eva hasn't been causing too much trouble."
 
Tony looked at his daughter, and laughed, "Oh you have no idea."
 
"Well, we've got about another hour or so left of work to do to hopefully get the truck up and going," Eva said, wiping grease from her hands onto a rag.
 
"Do you need any help?" Loki asked.
 
"Do you know about about engines?" she countered.
 
"Touche. No, sorry, I do not. I'm a man who takes his automobile to the shop whenever something might be wrong."
 
Loki looked around the garage, his eyes lit up in interest, "Well, there must be something I can do to be of help. Perhaps, I can fetch tools for you or hold something in place for you?"
 
Eva gave him an appreciative smile at his offer, "Actually, that would be great. Dad, could you pass me the wrench?"
 
"Sure thing, sweetheart," Tony said as he handed her the requested tool.
 
Loki eagerly jumped into helping them, fetching and handing tools over, and kept parts steady as Eva and Tony worked on getting the milk truck repaired. Despite his lack of mechanical expertise, Loki's willingness to help them and learn impressed them both.
 
While the worked, Eva stole glances of Loki. There was something endearing about the way he threw himself into whatever task they needed him to do, the way he rolled up his sleeves and the way his brow furrowed when he was concentrating that made her heart flutter.
 
Eventually their hard word paid off as the milk truck's engine turned over and roared to life, causing the three of them to cheer.
 
"Yes, we did it!" Eva exclaimed, throwing her arms around Loki in a happy hug.
 
Loki grinned, hugging her back, "Teamwork makes dream work."
 
Tony put his hands on both of their shoulders, eyes shining with pride, "We couldn't have finished this as fast without your help, Loki. Thank you!"
 
He nodded, "It was my pleasure, Mr. Stark."
 
With the milk truck now running smoothly, they stepped back to admire their handiwork. And as Eva looked at Loki, grease smeared across his cheek and a triumphant smile on his face, she couldn't shake the feeling that their partnership extended far beyond just fixing a truck. Perhaps, she thought, it was the beginning of something more.




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Sigyn is seated on the bearskin rug before the hearth's fire working on her studies when she looked up and over across the way, "Father?"

"Hmm?" Loki responded as he turned the page of the volume he was reading.  

"What does home mean to you?" she asked.

Loki looked up his gaze drifting to the flickering flames for a long moment. Finally, he beckoned Sigyn over, and patted the space on the chaise beside him. Sigyn got up, and went over to her father where she curled up underneath her father's arm while he considered his answer for her.

"For a long, long time, I did not feel as though I had a true home," he finally admitted in a soft voice, idly running his fingers through her ginger hair, "For I was always the outcast, the capricious prince who didn't seem to belong, which was true whether I was here in Asgard or if I wandered to another place in the realms."

Sigyn looked up at her father, a look of sadness on her young face, "That sounds lonely, and very sad."

Loki nodded, "It was very lonely and sad. But then one day, when I was in one of the loneliest places I've ever been in my life, I met your Mother for the first time―"

"And you fell in love?" Sigyn asked with a big smile, her eyes bright.

"Not precisely, my snowflake."

"Oh."

Seeing his daughter now resembling a deflated balloon on Midgard, he continued, "You see, your mother then was... quite young at the time we met for the first time. No, my little snowflake, the feeling I experienced that first time that I met her was that of fascination. For you see, at that time, I was... imprisoned by the order of your grandfather."

Sigyn nodded, as she knew her father had been a prisoner here on Asgard for a time.

Loki went on, "I was fascinated because here before me, when I was the loneliest I had ever been in my life, was a little child with the reddest crown of hair I've ever seen standing before me when she should not have been. Although she was clad in blue as an Asgardian maid-child, I knew there was something different about her, for how else could a young child slip past Odin's guards?" He could not help his smile at the memory of their and Odin's exasperation at Eva's tenacity as she found way into the prison quite often.

He went on, "The fact she was also the daughter of one of my past... honored adversaries attributed to my fascination. Your mother was clever even as a child, as she would evade Odin's guards several more times to come see me. Eventually her visits were stopped when she, and your uncle returned to Midgard. But I never forgot her, and throughout the next years that remained of my imprisonment, I thought of her. When I was granted my freedom by your grandfather, I visited Midgard and renewed my friendship with your mother, who was now a young woman... who still had the reddest hair I had ever seen."

"And that's when you fell in love with Mother, right?"

"Yes, snowflake, it was during that time, I fell in love with your Mother, and she with me although for a time we when both too afraid to admit it. But that is another story for another time. Now what were we speaking of before the waking reverie overtook me?" he asked in a melancholy way.

"About what home means to you, Father," Sigyn said quietly.

"Ah, yes," Loki said, reaching down to raise Sigyn's chin upwards, "Home is not simply a place, my snowflake. Rather it's made up of the people and the memories you share with those you love. It is those who give you comfort and joy, and you them. Although I felt alone for many years in my life, I now call myself doubly blessed — for I found a home when I found your Mother's love, and each day I share you, my darling Sigyn, I find it anew."

Sigyn smiled laid her head on her father's chest, "I'm glad, Father." 

Loki wrapped his arms around her, and held her for a moment, the only sound in the room was that of the fire crackling. Finally, he kissed the top of her red head, and asked, "Why are you asking me this, my snowflake? What brought on this heady question to your young mind?"

"My tutor. She wants me to write about what home means to me."

Understanding, Loki nodded, "And what will you tell her in your composition, my little snowflake?"

Sigyn busied herself by tracing her fingers over the golden threaders intricately woven across Loki's tunic. After a moment, she finally said, "I will tell her that home means that it's not a place but home's is wherever you are with you're with all the people who love you the most and you love them. Which means that home for me is here on Asgard when I'm here with you, Father, and on Midgard too when I'm with Gam Gam and Pop Pop and Uncle Ethan and Auntie Maggie!"

Loki smiled at his daughter's great, innocent wisdom, "I believe your composition regarding home will be one of excellence." He kissed the top of her hair, "But even so, I shall have to remind Lady Meya that you are still rather young for such heady thoughts and considerations."

Sigyn giggled, "Oh, Father, I'm glad she gave me the assignment since I got to learn more about how you fell in love with Mother."









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Eva looked anxiously around the grand golden hall, filled with the extravagance of Asgardian nobility and the royal guards, "Minkjærlighet, are you sure that this is such a good idea? I may be your wife now, but I'm also still just a mortal from Ea... Midgard. I feel so out of place here!"

Squeezing her hand reassuringly, "Nonsense, minkjære. You belong by my side as my wife and my consort. I know the pompous attitudes of this part of Asgardian society quite well. But you need not pay them any attention. Just be your beautiful, charming self, and soon it will become all too clear to them why I chose you."

Eva sighed, "I hope you're right. What if I accidentally breach some ancient protocol? Your father already questions the judgment of both his sons." This was, of course, in reference to the fact that both he and Thor had fallen in love with mortal women, and had married them even though they knew that they would outlive them by millennia.

"Minkjære Eva," Loki said, touching her cheek briefly, "There's no need for you to worry. I shall eviscerate... with words that it, anyone who dares question your right to be here." A mischievous grin curled his lips upwards, "And if that fails, I can always transform them into bilgesnipe as punishment."

Eva actually smiled at hearing that, "Well, when you put it like that, this entire affair might be fun!" Eva weaved her hand into the crook of her husband's arm.

"Come, minkjære, our first grand dance awaits us!"
 

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