Hello! Here is my latest update, I've been a bit busy lately and hadn't been able to find time to post this. But here we are. For the record I would like to admit that I am not the best at writing fight scenes (slight spoiler) so I appoligize in advance if it is boring. Hope you all enjoy!

Loki kept his eye on the King and Queen as he talked with Myrcella. Whilst the King stared at them with a curious and contemplative gaze, the Queen was merely glaring daggers at him. Loki smirked, the Queen was simply too easy to rile up.

"Do you pray often in the Godswood? Or do you prefer to pray in the Sept like your mother and sister?" Myrcella asked. Loki tilted his head at her "Usually at the Godswood, however my mother did insist on me praying at the Sept when I was smaller."

Myrcella nodded as she glanced nervously in her mother's direction. Loki frowned. It would be hard to get her to open up whilst her mother was breathing down her neck. Suddenly an idea hit him.

Loki forced a gentle smile on his face as he squeezed her hand once more, "would you like to see it? The Godswood I mean." A curious glint entered Myrcella's eyes as she glanced in her mother's direction once more.

"I would love to," she said softly, lowering her gaze to her clasped hands "however, my mother would never allow it."

Loki turned his gaze to the glaring Queen and smiled pleasantly at her, causing her nose to wrinkle at him, before turning his gaze back to Myrcella "I understand your mother is rather strict with you, however, how can she never allow it if she does not know that you have left at all?"

Myrcella's eyes widened "are you suggesting we sneak out?" she asked before shaking her head as if to shake the thought from her head "that would be impossible! She's watching us like a hawk!"

Loki turned to face the Queen once more. She was indeed watching them closely. Loki smirked. Not for long. Quick as a flash Loki's hands glowed softly from beneath the table, too subtle for anyone other than him to notice, as he motioned the simple spell in her direction. Immediately, the ribbons intricate braided into her hair transformed into small snakes, slithering in her golden locks and hissing at her.

Upon noticing them, the Queen shrieked loudly, jumping from her seat, frantically ordering Ser Barisstan and her brother to kill them immediately. The Great Hall erupted in chaos, as people frantically scattered to either assist the Queen or simply get away from the snakes.

Loki turned his gaze back to Myrcella, who had gotten up from her seat and was staring wide eyed at her mother. Loki smiled in what he assumed was a reassuring way, offering her his hand as he stood

"Well it seems your mother is rather distracted at the moment," he said, trying not to chuckle, The sight of the regal and haughty Queen jumping on top of a table screaming madly at her brother was simply too hilarious of a sight. "Shall we head to the Godswood then? since this feast seems to be finished at the moment," he said looking at her carefully.

Myrcella glanced once more at her mother, who was incredibly distracted, before facing him once more, smiling widely, "Nothing would make me happier."

Loki smiled before offering her his arm. Myrcella happily linked her arm with his as he went to escort her out of the hall. As he lead her away, he quickly glanced at Arya, who had been laughing at the Queen's expense, and gave her a look.

Upon meeting his gaze, he motioned towards the Queen and their mother and father, who had been trying to help the Queen, non-verbally telling her to keep them distracted while he was gone with the Princess. Arya smirked at him, giving him a small subtle salute, before running to their father, tugging his sleeve and demanding loudly that he did not kill the snakes.

Loki chuckled slightly at her, before escorting Myrcella out of the room. It was well within the evening now, with the stars glittering brightly in the dark night sky and the full moon glaring done at them, its light beaming down on the keep.

"Have you ever seen a real Godswood before Princess Myrcella?" he asked as he gently guided her by the arm past his mother's Sept.

Myrcella shook her head "not really, whilst Kings Landing does have a small Godswood, the Weirwood tree is merely a lifeless husk, as we do not worship the Old Gods but rather the Seven," she said before squeezing his arm slightly, shooting him an eager look "tell me, what does a Godswood look like?"

Loki smiled slightly at her, finding her eagerness to learn slightly…..charming. "It's similar in appearance to a forrest really," he explained, leading her through the now empty courtyard "the only real difference is the Weirwood tree in the center, or as we call it a heart tree as it is the literal heart of the Godswood, it is where we worship the Old Gods."

Myrcella nodded, seeming slightly placated by his answer, before meeting his gaze once more "do the Old Gods have names like the Seven do?" she asked once more.

Loki smirked internally, incredibly tempted to say that they indeed had names, but knew better than to tell her. "They have no names that we know of," he lied "we simply know them as the Old Gods."

"But then how do you know if you are praying to the right one?" she asked, "for example you pray to the Warrior for strength, the Stranger for Death, how do you know that the God you seek help from is listening?"

Loki tilted his head at her, contemplating his answer. "We simply must have faith that the God we seek is paying attention to our prayers, that is all," he said, eyeing her to gauge her reaction.

Myrcella smiled at him "you Northerners must have a lot of faith in your Gods then," she said.

Loki chuckled darkly. If the Northerners knew just how little their 'Gods' cared for them then they would certainly not have as much faith as they did. "I suppose we do," he said softly as they reached the edge of the Godswood.

The cold evening breeze, rattled the trees, causing them to shake, producing a slight whistling sound. The breeze harmlessly bounced off Loki's skin, however Myrcella, who was rather unused to the Northern weather, began to shiver slightly.

Loki unhooked his arm from her, before beginning to shake off his cloak. Loki may already get in enough trouble for sneaking the Princess out to see the Godswood, however if the Princess where to catch a cold due to their little adventure the Queen may just kill him.

Loki wrapped his cloak around Myrcella, causing him to give him a concerned look "are you sure you won't get cold?"

Loki smiled, albeit a bit darkly, as he hooked his arm with hers once more "do not fret, my Northern blood makes me near immune to getting cold."

'More likely his Frost Giant blood' Loki thought darkly, as he began to guide Myrcella through the trees of the Godswood.

The two remained in a comfortable silence as they made their way through to the center of the Godswood, a fact that Loki greatly appreciated as he was starting to crave the solitude of his room and books.

Upon reaching the center of the Godswood, Myrcella let out a loud gasp, unhooking her arm from him as she stumbled forward to inspect the Weirwood tree. Myrcella raised her hand to trace the face carded on the tree, slowly bleeding red sap in a similar fashion to tears, before lowering her hand, sheepishly glancing at him.

"My apologies," she said, fiddling with the sleeves of her gown "I meant no disrespect, I was merely curious what it may have felt like."

Loki smiled sitting on the large root of the Weirwood tree, "You are allowed to touch it if you wish, I most certainly won't stop you."

Myrcella shot him a beaming smile, before running her fingers along the Weirwood's face. "Does this sap always leak out of the face in this manner?" she asked, gently tracing the mouth of it.

Loki nodded "as far as I have seen it has, many assume it is a sign that it is the holy ground of the Old Gods.

Myrcella nodded, lowering her hand before taking a seat beside him, scrunching her skirts slightly as she did. "Do you come here often?" she asked softly, fiddling with her skirts.

Loki almost snorted, that sounded incredibly similar to a pick up line used on Earth. "Not as often as I should," Loki told her, eyeing her from the corner of his eye "I usually only come here when I need to."

'Or need time alone,' he thought.

Myrcella opened her mouth to respond, before the sound of trees rustling interrupted her. Loki immediately stood, hand on his swords as Myrcella moved to stand behind him. Loki frowned. It was rather hard getting used to the fact that women here were incapable of becoming warriors like on Asgard, a fact he looked forward to changing when he became King.

The trees rustled once more as a familiar figure stepped through them. Loki almost rolled his eyes. With his gaudy golden armour and well kept blonde locks Ser Jaime looked incredibly out of place within the Godswood. He was glaring slightly at him, his gaze softening upon meeting Myrcella's gaze.

"Your mother was incredibly worried when she noticed you were missing Myrcella," he told her, giving Loki a cold look once more "she sent me to find your whereabouts, tell me, Brandon was it? Why did you feel compelled to lead my niece out of the Great Hall in the middle of the night?" he sneered at him.

Loki smiled pleasantly at him "Myrcella was curious about the Godswood," he spoke, Myrcella quickly nodding in agreement "I offered to show her, I figured it would be a necessary distraction to lift the Princess's spirits considering the misfortune that befell her mother." Loki titled his head " did you manage to remove the snakes from her hair?"

A sour look befell Ser Jaime's face as he turned to face Myrcella once more "return to the Great Hall, your mother is waiting for you." Myrcella nodded, giving Loki a slight curtsey before hastily leaving the Godswood.

Loki made to follow, but was stopped by an armoured hand being placed on his chest. Loki eyed him, curious of his intentions. "Follow me," he ordered, before swaggering out of the Godswood. Loki was tempted not to follow, considering his distaste for being told what to do, however, his curiosity got the better of him.

Loki's curiosity was answered as he followed Ser Jaime to the Courtyard. 'Ah,' Loki thought smirking in realisation. He must want revenge for what happened to Prince joffrey earlier.

Ser Jaime turned to face him, pulling out his sword, examining it in an almost lazy fashion. "Do you have much experience sparring with those swords of yours boy?" he asked, swinging his sword in a figure eight in an attempt to intimidate him. Cute.

Loki smiled pleasantly at him before responding, "not much I'm afraid Ser Jaime, I've only ever practiced with Ser Roddrick and my brothers, and they prefer me to spar with only one sword."

Ser Jaime raised a brow "So you are self taught then?" At his nod Ser Jaime continued "very well then, show me how well you can use those two swords of yours."

Loki chuckled as he pulled out his two short swords, getting himself into position to fight "are you sure Ser Jaime? I'm afraid this might be terribly boring for you, considering how much experience you have over me," he said, watching Ser Jaime's body language carefully.

"Show me," Ser Jaime ordered, before swinging his sword sharply towards his left shoulder.

Quick as a whip, Loki raised his right sword to parry, attempting to strike with his left at Ser Jaime's armoured stomach. Ser Jaime caught his motion, swiftly lowering his sword from his strike to block Loki's own. Loki smirked at him, a glint entering his eye. So Ser Jaime has had experience fighting a duel wielder.

Loki had only heard rumours of Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, fiercest member of the Targaryen royal Kingsguard. Loki had wondered whether Ser Jaime had trained with him, his knowledge on fighting a duel wielder merely confirmed it.

'Good,' Loki thought preparing for his next attack 'it is time to show him what it means to threaten a God."

In an instant, Loki swung his left sword down, trapping Ser Jaime's sword between it and the ground, much to his shock, before bringing his right sword to his left shoulder, swinging the blade towards Ser Jaime's unprotected throat.

Ser Jaime stumbled back, grappling his sword from beneath Loki's, a startled look on his face. Good. A startled deer can hardly think straight when confronted by a predator.

Ser Jaime's startled expression faded, only to be replaced by a hardened one, as he swung his sword around in his right hand in an attempt to distract him, it seems that in his arrogance Ser Jaime was still attempting to hold back on him. He would regret not using his full strength.

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Loki watched the sword carefully in order to determine its course, keeping his eye on Ser Jaime's eyes as he did. From what he gathered so far Ser Jaime prefered to strike to the left, as he was right handed.

Loki's thoughts were confirmed as Ser Jaime raised his sword from his pointless swinging, and swung to his left. Loki placed his right sword behind his back, blocking Ser Jaime's strikes with his left one as he began to step back.

Loki watched Ser Jaime's expression as he blocked his strikes, noticing the irritation and slight nostalgia in his eyes, his frustration at being unable to hit him making his strikes sloppier. Despite being a knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Ser Jaime certainly let his emotions guide his judgement. Which made him incredibly easy to manipulate.

Eager to end this quickly, as he was starting to get bored with Ser Jaime's lack luster strikes, Loki began the next phase of his plan.

"You must really love your sister, considering how ready you are to do her bidding for her," Loki began, watching Ser Jaime's expression carefully as he parried his strikes, preparing his right sword to strike, "to have a twin is a beautiful thing, I suppose, having the capacity to have your soul so intertwined with another must be pure bliss for the both of you, I'm sure."

Ser Jaime's eyes widened in shock, his strikes losing momentum slightly, whether this was a result of spotting the hidden meaning behind his words, or simply due to the mention of his sister, Loki was uncertain of.

Quick as a flash, Loki struck out with his right sword at Ser Jaime's knees, tripping him to the ground. Ser Jaime grunted as he fell, his golden armour being stained by the muddy ground.

Loki stood above Ser Jaime's head, holding his sword at his throat whilst avoiding standing near Ser Jaime's legs, knowing he would most likely attempt to trip him should he stand too close.

Ser Jaime's eyes burned as he glared at him "I'd never expect the son of the honourable Eddard Stark to use such a dirty trick," he spoke, sneering at him slightly as he attempted to sit up.

Loki's eyes narrowed, holding his sword slightly closer to his throat, preventing him from sitting up fully "there is no such thing as dirty tricks in battle, their is merely the victor and the victim," Loki held his sword even closer to Ser Jaime's throat, close enough to possibly draw blood if he chose, causing some of the arrogance in Ser Jaime's eyes to fade, replaced with a hint of nervousness.

Loki held it there a bit longer before dropping his sword from his throat, putting both his swords away at his hips "I thought you of all people would understand that, being Kingslayer and all."

Ser Jaime snarled slightly, opening his mouth to speak before Loki promptly interrupted him, "I know why you wished to spar with me," he told him, clasping his hands behind his back as he paced, watching Ser Jaime carefully as he stood.

"I know you only challenged me in hopes of scaring me or embarrassing me to get me back what you assume I did to Joffrey," Loki narrowed his eyes, allowing his annoyance to shine though "I would highly recommend not challenging me in such a manor again, especially in my own home."

Ser Jaime scoffed, his hand still sitting on the hilt of his sword "are you attempting to threaten me boy?" he sneered at him "just because you beat me once by the skin of your teeth does not mean your better than me boy."

Loki chuckled darkly, allowing his magic to lower the temperature of the courtyard. It seems that Lord Tyrion was the only sibling to inherit any of Lord Tywin's intelligence if Ser Jaime truly believed he barely won. If anything Loki was being quite gentle, understanding that injuring him in any way would ruin the fun he would have with him later.

Ser Jaime shivered, his armour offering him no protection from the ever dropping temperature, before he promptly froze at the growling noise originating from behind Loki.

Loki smiled. It seems that Fenrir had finished hunting supper for him and his children. Loki turned his head to look behind him, spotting Fenrir hiding within the shadows, black fur blending him completely within them a part from his glowing green eyes which shone in the darkness.

Fenrir was still much bigger than the others, something which he insisted on, however in his current form he only came up to his waist. A rather intimidating site he supposed for someone who had seen a canine no bigger than a dog.

Loki held out his hand, his son approaching at his silent command. Loki smirked as Ser Jaime stood back, his hand clutching the hilt of his sword with a frightened look in his eyes.

Loki gently rubbed Fenrir's snout, where dried blood from his recent hunt still remained in his fur and muzzle. "I am not my father," he told him "I care little for things such as honor and false pleasantries, what I do care about however is petty threats from a disgraced knight, if you challenge me in such a manor again I cannot promise I will be as kind as I have been today, tell me which body part would your sister prefer to receive? Hand or foot?"

Ser Jaime let out a subtle gulp "you think the King or Queen would take kindly to you threatening a member of their Kingsguard?"

Loki hummed, gently tapping his fingers on Fenrir's head, causing him to slowly begin approaching Ser Jaime. Ser Jaime stumbled back, hand still on hilt as he watched. Fenrir stopped a metre away from Ser Jaime, sitting in place as he growled lowly at him.

"Your more than welcome to tell them of what occurred here," he told him, causing Ser Jaime to give him an odd look. Loki smirked as he continued "However, I do wonder how the King would take that, one of his best Kingsguard members not only being bested by a boy no older than fourteen name days, but intimidated by him?, I'm sure the King would merely laugh in your face."

"My sister is the Queen," he started before Loki promptly interrupted.

"A Queen with very little power. Even if she did believe you, which she most probably would, what could she do? Demand my execution? As if the King would execute the son of his closest friend, pay assassins to kill me? I welcome them to try." Loki paused watching any confidence remaining in Ser Jaime's face start to fizzle away before continuing.

"Any attempts at telling the King or the Queen will result in the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms finding out about your defeat. Can you imagine how they would react? Any respect you managed to clamber back over the years will be promptly squashed. You will be the laughing stock of the Kingdoms, Ser Jaime the Cowardly Lion they'll call you, I suppose it is somewhat of a step up from Kingslayer."

Loki smirked at him, tilting his head as he watched the whirlwind of emotions cross Ser Jaime's face. Anger, then embarrassment, then anger again, and then finally defeat. "What do you want?" he said in a tired and angry tone.

"From you? Nothing in particular," Loki admitted "I just wish to suggest that you keep out of my way from here on out, I think the both of us would rather enjoy avoiding remaining out of eachothers company for the remainder of our time together, correct?"

Loki watched without saying a word as Ser Jaime scowled at him, before storming out of the courtyard, ego heavily bruised. Loki knew that despite his attitude, he probably wouldn't speak of what happened here to anyone. Well almost anyone. Ser Jaime had far too much pride in his abilities to let it be tarnished by word getting out that he was defeated by a boy.

However, that didn't mean that he felt comfortable letting a loose end such as him remain open. If Ser Jaime so much as suspected what he had planned for his family he would merely get in the way. He would have to be dealt with. But how?

Loki glanced at the sky, Midnight, far too late to speak to Queen Cercei of what happened should he choose to defy him. He most likely would tell her tomorrow, when the King and the men left for the hunt tomorrow.

Loki's eyes sparked, an idea having hit him as he ran towards the broken tower. If the vision of the previous Bran told him anything, it was that Ser Jaime and the Queen would be sleeping with one another in this exact tower. Which resulted in the real Becoming a cripple.

'I hope you enjoy your romantic embrace with your sister tomorrow Ser Jaime,' he thought darkly, smirking as he began walking back to his chambers, 'For it shall be your last."

Oh Loki you devious boy! what will Loki do to Jaime? who knows! oh wait I do...Loki may be smart and calculating but he can be rather arrogant, which canonically can end badly for him. His interaction with Jaime in this chapter was mainly to highlight just how his arrogance can lead to him making slight errors. We'll see how that plays out later in the story. Chow for now!