AN: Well, here is my story! I know, it's quite wordy for a first chapter, but for the story, it kind of had to be. So I apologize, just bare with me! Anyways, this story is a combination of the Marvel version of Thor, Norse Mythology and my own twist on it. Loki's character is based off of Tom Hiddleston's performance as him in the new Thor film. I obviously do not own Marvel, Norse Mythology, etc.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that my Fathers messengers summoned me from my chambers, telling me to wait for him in the corridor. I heard strange voices and asked the guards who these men were, but they told me to hold my tongue. I closed my eyes and tried to transport myself back to my glimpse of these strangers shadows, but all I could remember seeing was a shadow of a tall, lean man with two horns coming out of his head, while two other men, who were both broad shouldered and with extremely muscular builds, stood next to the first man. There was no way they could be from Midgard. Mortal humans could never come to Vanahemir. It couldn't be done.

They must be Asgardians. They have the Bifröst to beam them back and forth to the realms, but why would Asgardians come to Vanahemir? They already have a Vanir in their presence, as their queen. We were allies with Asgard, and the Allfather has only sent Asgardians to our realm on instances of an extreme emergency, which was not the case, as far as I was aware.

Still, it seemed wise to me to utter a prayer to the great Mother, a Vanir herself.

"Frigga," I whispered into air, "Asgardians have wandered into Vanahemir. Their motives are unknown to me, as they have found a way to block their minds from my powers. I do not know what their presence will bring, but I beg of you tha-" My prayers were suddenly interrupted as one of the guards approached me.

"Your presence is requested."

I shot up, and emerged into the Silver Halls of my Fathers throne room, where he sat, looking frail as always, yet the strength of his mind could be felt through out the halls. My mother stood next to him, her hands gently folded in front of her. I tried again to open up our connections.

What is going on? Who are these men? I waited… Silence. My Mother was blocking her mind from me, as was my Father. But, why?

As the stairs leading up to my Fathers throne drew nearer, I instantly became icily aware of three foreign pairs of eyes upon me, carefully analyzing each and every step I took. I was desperate to look at these men, but I kept my eyes forward on my Father, out of respect. After what seemed like a century, I finally reached the top of the stairs and bowed my head to my Father, while giving him a hidden look of concern that I concealed from the strangers.

"Rowen," said my father, outstretching a frail hand to me, "Come."

Without hesitation, I immediately did as my Father said. I lifted my head up and took one step closer to him, leveling myself with the strangers, who were grouped together on my left.

"What is it, my Father?" I questioned, trying to show all my questions and my warnings of caution in my eyes.

"Rowen…" He said, softly, "These men have traveled a long way today… From Asgard." He said. I took this as no surprise, yet turned myself slightly to the left to face the Asgardians.

My father slowly rose from his Throne, and slowly shuffled his way over to the three men, "This," he said, gesturing to the man closest to him, and also the most elderly, "Is the Allfather, Odin."

I quickly got down on one knee in the direction of the elder man and placed my right hand over my heart while I looked down at the Allfather's boots. "Your presence is welcomed in these halls," I said. The Allfather? Here? What has befallen the realms that he seeks my Fathers presence?

I heard a chuckle erupt from the Allfather, and he moved closer to me, "Come, child," He said, offering a wrinkled hand to me, "Please, stand." I took his hand, which was extremely calloused from the many battles he had fought for the realms, and he gingerly helped me to my feet. Out of respect, I averted direct eye contact with him.

"Forgive me, Allfather, as much of an honor it is to have you here, why is it that you have come to Vanahemir? I am able to see many things before they happen, but this…" My voice trailed off.

"Ah, well, that is to be explained…" His strong voice trailed off as he looked up at my Father.

"…Rowen," My Father hesitated, "An, ah, an alliance must be made. Times are changing, rapidly, and the more that the cosmos show me, the more prudent the danger of another Great War is becoming. I'm afraid, that we must now take matters into our own hands, the Allfather and myself…"

"War? With whom? The Asgardians and the Vanir have been strong allies ever since the great Frigga and the Allfather wed in the earlier century." I said, my eyebrows furrowing together in confusion and frustration at the fact that I hadn't the slightest notion as to what was happening. The fact that I was so unaware, when all around me were, was maddening.

"Yes, but we fear that this alliance will have appeared to have diminished in the views of the other realms. And with the threat of, Jötunheimr turning against Asgard it would be wise for us to combine our realms once more." He said, his eyes growing a look in them I had never seen before… Was it fear? Regret? Father, what is going on?

"What do you mean?" I asked, almost terrified to hear what the answer was.

"Well…," he began, "The Allfather and I have held conference with each other, and it seems that the only suitable way for this to be done, is how it was in the earliest centuries. It will only strengthen the alliance we have, and make clear our intentions to the other realms."

The gears in my head slowly began to turn. As it was done in the earlier centuries… At last, everything clicked, and it all made sense. How could I have been so blind to an event that was so obvious in my future? What kind of Seer was I, if I could not predict the most obvious event that was flying my way?

I was to marry an Asgardian. Not just any Asgardian, but one of the Allfather's sons, as I was the daughter of the strongest Seer in Vanahemir. Everything was beginning to make so much sense to me. It explained it all: why Father could not bring himself to look me directly in the eyes for the past weeks, why I was constantly being trained in my telepathic arts without rest, why my Mother was spending more and more time with my sisters, in order to train one of them to become the next Seer… Why they were constantly blocking off our connections, keeping me in the dark so I couldn't monitor their plans with the Allfather.

"Ah," I said, blinking to fight back the burning tears that were building up in my eyes, "I see. Well…this truly is an honor." I turned to my left, my gaze on the boots of the Allfather and his sons. "I am deeply honored that I have been chosen." I said, bowing to the Allfather.

I heard him give a light chuckle again as he, once again, made his way over to me, the sound of his boots bounced off of the silver walls that surrounded us. He put a hand on my chin, and gently lifted my head up until I was making eye contact with him. His expression was gentle and kind, yet I could sense the seriousness and respect that he commanded with his presence.

"Do not weep out of sadness, my child," he said to me, "Rather weep out of joy. You are doing your people and the nine realms a good deed. You are very brave for this task." He gave me an encouraging smile, which I failed to return. He gave my hand a pat, and led me further left, to his two sons, who looked to be complete opposites in almost every physical way imaginable.

The son closest to me was quite tall, with broad shoulders and large muscles. He had blonde hair and eyes the color of ice. He was handsome and while he had very strong features, I could read the immaturity in his face and feel his lust for battle. He was dressed in strong Asgardian armor, which only intensified his extremely muscular build, while a crimson cape was draped from his shoulders. He held out a hand for me to take, and I felt my eyes widen at the roughness from the calluses that covered his hands like a strong glove.

"This is my eldest son," said the Allfather, rather proudly, "Thor."

My mind instantly clicked that this surely was the man I was to marry, just as Frigga was to marry Odin, the eldest son of Bor. I did my best to put on an impressed or even pleased expression on my face, but I was well aware that my sadness was shining in my eyes. Thor slowly raised my hand to his lips, where he planted a scraggly kiss on my hand and I bowed to him in return.

"It is an honor," he said, smiling up at me. I gave him a small smile and was prepared to say something to my new potential spouse, however Thor suddenly stood down one step and the Allfather brought me over to his second son, who looked rather uncomfortable, though I thought I could see a glimpse of a snicker playing upon his thin lips.

"And this," said the Allfather, "Is my youngest son, Loki."

How the differences of the two brothers appearances surprised me, so. While Thor had the large face of a warrior, Loki had a very long, thin face, and his skin was almost as white as the snow of Jötunheimr. While almost all Asgardians are known for their golden hair, Loki's hair was black. His nose was long and regal while his lips were thin and pursed together as if he was trying to keep all of his thoughts unspoken, which I easily could have read, if the Allfather had not been closing off my connections. While his face was so unlike anything I had seen, what dazzled me most were his round eyes. They were the exact color of brilliant emeralds, a shade which I had never seen in irises before.

Once again, I held out a shaky hand, and Loki took it in his. I gasped at his touch, as it was as cold as frost-bite. I stared down at his pale hand, his long fingers grasping my hand. How is it he can stand such cold? My eyes flicked up to meet his gaze, which he kept as he brought my hand up to his lips, which felt just as cold as his hand, if not colder.

"My lady," he said, softly, his cold breath tingling the back of my hand. All I could do was stare back at such a strange Asgardian.

My gaze stayed upon Loki, as he released my hand and turned to face his father, who was smiling.

"A handsome pair, wouldn't you agree, Thor?"

My stomach lurched, and I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. So this man, this… Unusual Asgardian was to be my husband? The youngest brother, not the eldest?

"Forgive me, Allfather, but I do not understa-"

"Loki has proven himself worthy to be fitted for a woman of such powers as you. He posses' similar powers, as he is strongly gifted in sorcery. With a combination of your powers, I feel the alliance will be more complete."

I understood this all down to one matter; offspring. We were being paired according to our talents; a sorcerer and a Seer.

I swallowed, and nodded my head, giving Loki a final glance. Reluctantly, I turned my head up to my Father, who had a look of deep sadness in his eyes.

"You are to leave with the Allfather and his sons tonight, Rowen. You are to gather your things, and leave Vanahemir tonight. Once you leave," he said, almost in a whisper, "You may not return."