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shinisenko · 2 hours ago

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hi there!! i was wondering if anyone would maybe want to write a soft domestic loki fic? .. like him learning how to live a quieter life with reader — maybe lots of little things like him struggling to cook a mortal breakfast but getting so proud when he gets it right, or helping reader with chores in his own chaotic way, or even just curling up together after a long day and him being surprisingly gentle and clingy basically just giving him, quiet love he never thought he’d have.

Quiet Havoc

loki x reader , ~2k words

The first time Loki tried to make breakfast, you found him staring at a pan of scrambled eggs that looked more like charred puzzle pieces than food.

He stood over the stove like it was an enemy he had sworn vengeance upon. Sleeves rolled up, hair a little messy from sleep, his magic humming faintly in frustration.

“You know,” you teased, leaning against the doorway, “some mortals just… use a spatula. No sorcery needed.”

Loki shot you a look that would’ve been lethal if not for the faint flush creeping across his cheekbones. “The eggs refuse to obey.”

“They’re eggs, Loki. Not foot soldiers.”

He huffed, poking at them with all the grace of a prince wielding a butter knife instead of a blade. And yet, when he finally managed to slide the least-burnt portion onto a plate and present it to you with a hopeful raise of his brow, you swore you’d never seen him look prouder.

The taste wasn’t perfect,, more smoke than flavor, but you smiled through it anyway. He caught that, of course. His sharp eyes softened, and instead of the smug retort you expected, he simply murmured, “I will get it right. For you.”

It was strange, watching him learn this quiet rhythm. A god of mischief and war folding into something domestic, something human.

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Chores were another battlefield.

Laundry, for example. You’d asked him to help fold it once, and within minutes, the couch looked like a rainbow explosion of shirts, socks, and towels. Loki sat cross-legged in the middle of it, holding a fitted sheet like it was some cursed artifact.

“This thing defies logic,” he complained. “It mocks me.”

You tried to show him the folding method, but halfway through he leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper near your ear. “I’m far more interested in how you look when you concentrate, love. Do you always bite your lip like that?”

Heat flushed through you instantly, and you swatted him with a balled-up sock. “Loki. Focus.”

He smirked. “I am focused.” His hand brushed yours as you smoothed the sheet together, deliberate and lingering. “Just not on laundry.”

You’d never admit it, but chores became a little more tolerable with him around,, chaotic, yes, but threaded with stolen touches and a gleam in his eyes that made you think he liked this far more than he let on.

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Evenings were your favorite.

After long days, whether full of errands or Loki’s quiet brooding,, he always ended up finding his way to you. At first, he was hesitant, hovering near the couch like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to sink into this simplicity.

But now, he slid in beside you without hesitation. Draping himself against you, long limbs curled around your body, his head pressed to your shoulder as if you were his anchor.

Tonight was no different. The world outside your window was dimming into twilight, and Loki lay stretched along the couch with you half under him, his fingers tracing idle patterns against your arm.

“Strange,” he said quietly. “To find peace in this.”

You tilted your head. “Strange good or strange bad?”

He paused, then pressed a kiss just below your jaw, feather-light. “Strange that I ever thought I didn’t need it.”

Your chest tightened at the honesty in his voice. He so rarely dropped his armor, but when he did, it was devastating.

“Guess you’re stuck with me, then,” you teased softly, brushing your hand through his dark hair.

“Stuck,” he echoed, lips curving in a sly smile against your skin. His hand slid from your arm to your waist, squeezing lightly. “Such a mortal word. I prefer… bound. Claimed. Irrevocably entwined.”

You shivered, heat prickling where his breath fanned across your neck. “You make folding laundry sound scandalous.”

“Only when you’re the one folding it.” His tone dipped lower, velvet wrapping around each word. The gleam in his eyes shifted from mischief to something heavier, something that lingered.

You turned toward him, and his mouth found yours before you could reply. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but laced with a promise that curled warm and dangerous in your stomach.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his voice was a murmur. “Do you have any idea how impossible you’ve made it for me to go back? To solitude. To shadows. To anything less than this?”

You smiled, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “Good. Then stay here, with me. Burnt eggs and all.”

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pulled you impossibly closer. “Then eggs I shall master. For you.”

And as the night settled in, with Loki’s hand tangled in yours and his body warm against your side, you realized he already had. Not the eggs, not the laundry,, but this life. Quiet, messy, human. A life that, somehow, suited him perfectly.

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shinisenko · 2 hours ago

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Magic Mirror on the wall

Summary: Loki brings back a mirror from his travel. Soon, he realised that the music coming from it comes from someone. He decides to free them.

Pairing: Loki x female reader (no physical description)

Word count: 5150

Warning: none, really. Except maybe talk of death.

A/N: -

Thor and Loki had been away for a few days now. They regularly went on a trip together. It was their way of bonding without fighting and discovering more of their neighbours' planets. It was not rare that they were coming back with the new treasure of their travel. This time, Loki found a beautiful mirror. The inscription and sculptures on it were like it never saw them before. He looked into the books of Asgard's library, but he found nothing that looked remotely similar to what he was seeing.

The brothers have been back for a bit less than a week, and Loki hung up the mirror in his chamber. After all, it’s him who found it, and he felt a connection without knowing why.

While he was undressing, Loki heard some noise. It seemed to be music, which was strange as he did not have any instrument in his bedroom. He looked around him. The unfamiliar sound was low but melodic. Loki waited for it to grow louder, but it did not. After a few minutes, it seemed that Loki’s imagination played a trick on him.

The Raven haired Prince was kissing his newest conquest. He knew inside of him that she would be here with him only for the night. It was not like he felt something for her, but she was pretty and open to not asking questions. He heard the melody again. This time, it was louder. Loki stopped kissing his partner.

"Why did you stop?"

"Can you not hear it?"

"Hear what? "

The low and soft melody grew louder, echoing in the chamber. It never happened before. It was almost deafening.

"What is going on?"

"I don’t know but you can hear it right?"

"The all palace can hear it. Only the deaf wouldn’t."

When the door closes behind his ex partner, the music lower significantly. The melody was back to a softer tune before stopping entirely. Loki stayed on his bed, half naked, wondering what was happening. At least, he was not the only one who could hear it, which meant that he was not losing his mind.

After that incident, the prince could hear the music more and more often. It was not a constant sound. It was coming and going at any time of the day. He could hear it when he was alone but also in company. When he was in company, most of the time, he could feel like the music was becoming more sinister, like if something bad would happen if he was going all the way with them. When the door was closing on his conquests, the sound was always softer and lighter, like if it was all that needed to be said.

Thor was never in his brother’s chamber like Loki was never in his. That was the private place that only their lovers could see. For both of them, that did not mean that their chambers were staying behind close door. Their list of conquests were too long that it could be like if they were competing against each other to have the longest one.

"I feel like someone is watching me, and there is that music that's starts at any hour of the day."

"When did it start?"

"I truly do not know."

Loki turned around, trying to find what could possibly make him feel that way or what could make him hear something that was not there.

"I think it started when I hung this mirror, but it was not the same day, so I do not know if it is related."

Thor came closer to the mirror. It was really tall, taller than him even. It was also very well decorated. It was not a simple mirror. It was looking like it was a precious piece of art or a gift. The blue mixed with the white was making it seem magical.

"It's a beautiful mirror."

Loki came to stand next to his brother.

"Perhaps too beautiful? It doesn't seem like there has been a single scratch after what seem like thousands years."

"These inscription seem to be very ancient, Northen I would way. I always heard that the people of white realms are very careful about glass surfaces."

"That is very true. I heard a story that they thought that if they broke a piece of glass, they would be trapped inside it."

The singing starts again. This time louder.

"Can you hear it?"

Of the corner of his eyes, the God of Thunder sees something moves. He turned to be met only with an empty room. The only presence with him was Loki. Thor came closer to the mirror, he could have swear that something moved. It looked like a shadow. His eyes stayed lock on the glass.

"What if it's not a legend?"

The melody became softer but urging.

"What if someone was really trapped in this mirror?"

"Brother, that makes no sense."

"Why not? You practice magic. I can summon thunder. It doesn't seem so fetch from reality. Don’t all legend have a part of truth?"

The melody turned to be more joyful and alive.

"In that case, we need to find a way to release this person. In the same time, maybe they have been imprisoned for a good reason."

The blond God shift his stare to his brother.

"Well, it is your choice. Trying to liberate them or keeping them inside but I think that you need to decide quickly if you don’t want it to ruin your love life.""

"I will need to think about it."

Loki looked at the mirror. Whoever was inside of it seemed to be there for a long time. It was just a feeling but a strong one. It did not make sense at all. It was just an object but since he saw it, he felt attracted to it. It was like he needed to find it and take it home. He never once thought about getting rid of it. Whoever was inside did not deserve to be trapped. If they did, so did he.

It has been two months since the brothers realised that someone was trapped inside the mirror. Loki got used to hearing you sing, asking sometimes to hear your voice. He also took the habit to talk to you. He was speaking about his day, his life, past, present and future. You could not form words but the melody that you were singing was telling him everything that he needed to know. With time, he could even imagine what you would say to him if you could.

Today, Loki was getting frustrated. It turned out that it was his birthday. He should be enjoying it, but he did not want you to be alone. It felt trivial to enjoy a big party while you could not enjoy anything or even talk. You were trapped somewhere that seemed so close and at the same time so far away from him. He tried everything in his power to bring you back from whatever plan you were on. He started to feel sad and unease to not be able to see you or touch you.

“I wish you could be here with me. Festivities have been organised for me. They are big ones. I am eighteen hundred years old today. Is it strange that I feel like only you could understand what I want today? That my wish is for you to be next to me?”

You answered him with a soft melody. You wanted to wish him a happy birthday but you could not. You were sad about it.

Loki heard a knock on his door. He did not answer but saw it open. He smiled at his mother. She came next to him, sitting between grimoires.

“My sweet Loki. I know that you want to find a way to bring them back, but I don’t think this is a reason to hide from your day. I am sure that they would want you to enjoy this time even if it is without them. It will be only for a few hours. It might even help you find a solution to your problem.”

The melody was soft but joyful. You did not want him to leave you but his mother was right. He could not stay here. You wanted him to be happy even if it was without you by his side.

“Just for a couple of hours.”

Frigga smiled. She left letting Loki prepare. After a while, he finally decided to wear a green assemble. The colours where not unusual but the white and winter details were.

Loki continued to spend most of his time in his room. He had thousands of grimoires open on the floor. He was speaking less, concentrating on how to bring you back. Sometimes, he depreciated himself for not being fast enough or for previous mistake, but your melody was putting him back in the right tracks. Your singing could become darker or later depending on the mood. He now knew how to navigate them.

It has been almost three months since he was trying to bring you back. Today was different. Something in the air changed.

"I will have to go for a little bit. I need to know what the Northerniaticanian people know about someone being trapped in a mirror."

Your voice became melancholic. You did not want him to leave. It was the first time in centuries that you did not felt like you were alone.

Thor entered Loki’s chamber.

"Brother, it's time to go."

Loki turned to look at you. He could only imagine what you look like. Thor told him what he saw, but it was so brief that he could not be sure that it was it.

"I will come back to you, I promise."

He finished to pack his bag, promising you one more time that he was not leaving you forever.

You sang happily, wishing him good luck even if your mind was not on it.

The Odin sons arrived in the kingdom quickly thanks to Heimhall help. Loki did not want to make you wait longer than needed. As soon as they entered the room, Loki saw the immense portrait behind the king. It was majestic if not a bit frightening by its dimension.

"Your highness."

The brothers bowed to the King and Queen.

"Princes Odinson. I suppose that you did not came just to say hello. What could we do for you?"

The king voice was cold and distant. He knew that the relationship between Asgard and Northerniatica was not in a good place. He was surprised that the monarch did not throw them away. They definitely seemed more amicable than if it was the other way around.

"We would like to talk to you about a legend from your Kingdom."

The sovereign looked at Loki. He knew that the prince could be a trickster. He wondered what he wanted to find.

"I heard about people who could be trapped in pieces of glass."

The king raised an eye brow.

"That is true."

"I would like to know more about it if you would not mind."

"Why the sudden interest in our legends? Asgardians prefer to think that they are better than us and that our culture do not matter as much.”

Loki felt a chill run his body. It was true that his father or even him ever came to this part of their planet. It was considered to cold and a bit archaic. He could understand why the King did not want to share with him.

"I am really pained about the lack of relationship between our realms. It is true that we can be dismissive of other cultures despite their prosperity. I myself sometimes thought that I was better than others, but we never discredited the myths and legends from anybody. I suppose that we might just not want them to be true.”

The sovereign took a few steps down to meet Loki at the bottom of the stairs. He looked at him. Of course, he heard about the prince and Thor. They loved to fight and bring back prices. It seemed like they were not here for this. Maybe it was just deception but Loki seemed to be sincere. Was the trickster here to find information from their legends or just here to lure him.

"Why are you the one talking? Is not your brother the one that is said to be diplomat."

Loki turned to Thor who silently gave him a nod to continue. He was just here for support. His brother was the one who had reasons to be there.

"That is true. He is the face of our kingdom, the one who will become king after our father death. However, I am the one who need answers, I am the one that need to be here.”

The king let the silence feel the room. He was looking at the brothers. He could feel the sincerity in Loki’s words. He hoped that he would not regret it. He climbed the stairs to his throne, the queen waiting patiently for him. He kissed her hand before turning to Loki’s. The room became cold. Loki and Thor shivered. Their warm clothes felt useless. They felt like their blood were about to freeze. Wind started to be felt and heard.

"It is said that a glass surface that had been created during a snowing night will have magic properties. If you made it cool in the snow under the storm, the glass would know the true desire of its recipient. So if someone breaks a glass, a mirror, or something with a reflective surface as a betrayal, the person will be trapped into the surface. The person who did the betrayal will be trapped."

"Does the glass can know if the betrayal is a rightful one or not?"

The king thought about it.

"I do not know the full magic behind it."

"Could someone be freed?"

"The legend says that only someone with pure intentions can counter it."

Loki wondered if that meant that he could not save you. He might really want to save you but his past actions have not always been pure.

"Does it heart needs to be pure as white?"

The monarch smiled softly while his hand still held his wife’s.

"Having pure intentions and having a white heart are two different things, prince Loki. You can have pure intentions without having leaved a life of wisdom and control."

Thor could see his brother thinking.

"And do you know how to proceed to liberate the person?"

The Northerniaticanian hummed.

"I know it. It's a very privileged secret that can only be transmitted to someone of our Kingdom."

Warmth was felt again, and the blowing wind stopped.

"I do not know what you are searching for but we won’t be able to help you further. Only a few people are trusted with this secret. If we weren’t, this would happen everyday. I need to protect my people.”

"Your Majesty, I understand."

Loki bowed to the king. He was not ready to abandoned his quest but he could not put the sovereign of Northerniatican in his bad side.

"It is a very cold evening. Please, stay for the night. It would not be prudent to leave right now."

"Thank you for your hospitality, we accept your generous offer."

The king requested two maids to show their quarter to the princes. He also ask for warmed clothes to be put at their attention. Loki looked was last time at the portrait behind the royal couple. He never heard that they had a daughter. She seemed to be kind, the kindest even with a smile that could make any man fall on his knees.

After eating, Loki and Thor retired into their chambers. They talked for a while. Thor wondered why his brother did not press more the King about the answers that he needed to know. Loki knew that he needed to be careful. He needed the truth but he could see that the King would not let out the secret. He had his reasons and he could not deny that he understood them. The best solution was for him to find the response by himself. After all, with his magic, he could still help himself despite the guards in the corridors. He would find a way to free you even if it was the last thing that he would do.

Loki took out a book of his dimensional pocket. The cover was beautiful. The writings were in a different language, but he knew it was the correct one. He might not have been a fluent speaker or reader of the Northerniatican language, but he had a bit of knowledge. He also took a translated book out of the library. He knew that once it was known, Asgard might be in danger, but he hoped to free you before this.

It took him two more weeks before finally having the full ritual in hand. He preferred to wait to be sure that all the words were correct. He could not have a word wrong. He did not know the consequences that could happen if the reading was not perfect.

Loki had to go back to the Northerniatican polar kingdom. He needed fresh snow fallen in the dark night under the full double moons, which appeared only one every one hundred and ten darkest nights. Loki has been lucky to decipher it, or you would be trapped for a least one more year. He took a jar out of his bag. It took more than three hours for it to be filled. He did not want to screw this up by not taking enough of it.

When he finally came back to you, he told you that in a few hours, you would finally be free or that at least he hoped so.

You wobble directly into Loki's arms. You looked at him, a smile forming on your face. He took time to discover your face. You were even more beautiful than anything he could have imagined. It was until he realised that it was not the first time that he saw your face. He remembered seeing your portrait while he was in Northerniatica. There were several portraits of you at different ages. The last one had been standing behind your father all the time that he spoke to him.

"Princess."

"Your majesty."

His heart missed a beat. It was the first time that he could hear you form words. You were still singing, but he supposed it must have been because of centuries of centuries of it. It was really you.

"You have a lovely voice."

You blushed, singing again.

"You too, Loki. I could not phantom enough how much it helped me while I was being trapped."

"I am sure that now you are going to be tired of hearing it."

"How could I? It's the most soothing voice that I had the pleasure to hear. I could listen to you speak all my life."

"And I could listen to you all of mine."

He smiled before you tried to walk. You almost fell. He reached out to you before you touched the floor, hugging you in the same process. Your cheeks redden. He helped you sit on his bed.

Once, you finally took a conscience of what was happening. You could not help yourself to sing in a frightened voice.

"We need to advise my parents."

"I am going to send Thor to advise them."

You clang to his clothes. He could see fear in your eyes. He wanted to magically erase it and see you smile. Unfortunately, he knew that he could not do that.

"I can't walk or stop singing."

He pressed his hand against your cheek, looking at you.

"We are going to work on this together. You know that I will never let you go through this alone, right?"

You nodded. You through yourself into his chest. He caressed your hair and your back. He did not know what to do after this. Did you need time to process? Did you want to work this out right now? How could he know what to do to not blow everything?

It had been centuries since you had seen them. The mirror did not let you feel like time passed. When you were trapped inside, you did not know if it was day or night. You did not know if it was been a full moon or several. You did not even really realised that centuries passed. You just knew that you were there for a while. Time was a strange concept.

You saw your parents run towards you. It did not matter that they were Queen and King. You were their precious child, their only child, missing for four centuries. You could not walk by yourself yet so the crush of the hug almost knocked you back.

"Y/N, our sweet child. You are alive."

You could see tears in your parents' eyes while some were rolling off your eyes like a fountain.

"We love you so much, we missed you so much.."

"I love you too."

Loki smiled widely at you. You did not sing. You spoke for the first time in centuries. He was so proud of you. A few moments ago, you tried to speak but the singing was still there even if it has been less pronounced than when you escaped the mirror.

Asgard through a banquet in the honour of your family. You never imagined it happening. Asgard and Northerniatica never had real contact before. They were on the contrary often on the edge of a war. Not having any contact was the both for both realms. You wondered why your father accepted Loki’s and Thor’s visit. They should have been dead and not able to put a foot in the palace.

"Can you tell us what happened?"

You looked at your parents. The memory was still poignant. It was like time did not pass while you were in the mirror. You knew that you saw things while being inside it but the memories were faded. You could just remember Loki and what he told you.

"Erik only wanted the throne. He did not care about me. He gave me a glass but he let it go before I could take it. He said that he never loved me and that I was really blinded. He was having an affair with Ingrid for years."

You looked down at your plate before looking up again.

"I just heard the wind, but it felt like a storm and then, I was seeing him from behind the glass. He had a smug face and I could not tell him to be careful. I saw the polar bear taking form. It broke from the marble, became alive and ate him then it took his statue form again."

You looked at your dad.

"Please tell me that you still have this statue? I need to thank it for not letting Erik get away with what he did. I don’t know why I was the one trapped and not him. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one trapped? Is it not what the legends counter?"

He took you in his arms. He heard your pain and confusion. He did not have an answer for what happened. From all the legends, you were the one supposed to be safe.

You were taking the view from the balcony. You were mesmerised by Asgard. It was beautiful. The colours and the buildings were all so different of what you knew. You never thought about putting a feet in this city, knowing the divergence between the kingdoms of your father’s and Odin’s. You were grateful for the opportunity to see it but you missed home, you missed the cold and dry weather.

You heard steps. You turned to see Loki. Your smile grew widely.

“Y/N. This is a pleasure to see you.”

"Like wise Loki.”

He sat next to you. He was not sure what to say to you. You were leaving and he did not want you to. You talked about it the previously evening before separating to your chambers. You were not sure that you would see each others again. You thought that maybe it would be for the best. You could not be with him so leaving it there would have been easier.

You took his hands into yours before looking at him.

"Loki, without you, I would not be here today. I would still be trapped in this different plan? Universe? I would not be able to talk, see the world and just live. I can’t walk yet but I know that I would soon and that’s only because of you. All of this is because of you. There is no word or gesture big enough to thank you for what you did. You could have been killed for stealing our books but you still did it. I don’t know what I did to deserve you and your kindness but I want you to know that I will live the fullest. I can’t waste my second chance. That would be betraying you and I can’t do that.”

"Y/N.”

You put your hand on his cheek.

"Please don’t. I needed you to know how grateful I am to have met you and to have shared these moments with you.”

He stood up. You could not do it but he could. He could sense that this was your goodbyes and that he needed to accept them. He kissed your hand.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Princess. I wish you all the best.”

He left while you turned to look at the view. You knew that it was the last time that you would see him. Your heart was breaking. You realised that you never felt that way before. Not even after Erik betrayed you. It was something knew that seventeen hundred years of life did not teach how to heal.

"Goodbye Loki."

Loki went to look at the flowers in his mother’s garden. He was spending a lot of time there since you left. The colours made him think of you and your melody, each one being unique.

"Loki."

"Mother."

"What is troubling you son?"

"It's Y/N."

Frigga encouraged him to sit before talking.

"I got used to having every day with her. I miss her. I miss talking to her. I feel like it's unfair that I was able to talk to her for months while she was trapped and that now she can't do the same to me. I want to know her, what she thinks, and what she likes. I miss her voice and her generosity."

"This is what it means to be in love."

Loki turned to his mother, ready to contradict her.

"I always knew that when you would fall in love, you will be attentive and cherish your partner."

"Mother?"

"We are only a few days away from Northerniatica. You could go see her."

"She will never be able to move to Asgard. She is an only child."

"Then that's a good thing that you are not the first one in line to the throne."

She smiled softly at him, seeing her words sink into him.

"I need to talk to her."

He stood up, ready to leave before coming back to kiss his mother on the cheek.

"Thank you."

He left again. He was ready to find you.

You were in your gardens. After four centuries inside a mirror, you needed to be out. You had been trapped and now you enjoyed being free. At least, as free as you could. You were sitting, admiring the sun go down. You always loved the colours painting the sky when it did. You missed it so much.

It had been a month since you saw Loki. You had to go back to your kingdom and he had to stay. You heard footsteps. They seemed so familiar but it could not. It was a trick, he was not here. You turned your head to see the Prince walking towards you. You felt your heart beat faster. He was as beautiful as the first time that you saw him. He sat next to you. You wanted to take him in your arms, to kiss him. You especially wanted to hear him talk. You missed his voice, his story, his life.

“Lady Y/N, it is a pleasure to see you again.”

“My Prince, what bring you here? Did something happen?”

“In sort.”

You got worried. He smiled. Your face was so expressive. He wondered if it always have been or if you being trapped at something to do with it.

“I miss you. I long to see you, to hear your voice, to listen to your stories and your life. I long to see your beauty every day and your kindness. My lady, would you make me the honour of letting me court you?"

You looked at him surprised and scared.

"Loki, you know that I can't live in Asgard. I have to live here. I will be the one taking over the throne when my dad passes."

"I know, darling, but I can't live without you. Wherever you are, I want to be there with you. I would always be able to visit Asgard. I want to court you in your kingdom if you let me."

You jumped into his arms, circling yours behind his neck. He almost fell at the surprise.

"Yes, a thousand times, yes."

You pecked his lips over and over, not realising that they were the first times that your lips touched.

"You can court me."

You kissed him. He let you take the lead, bringing you closer to him, seating you on his lap for more comfort.

"I missed you so much."

You looked at him. He could see happiness in your eyes and love. He never thought that he would find someone like you. You were not afraid of him despite everything that he told you and were ready to be with him.

As a reminder of how you met your husband, you kept the mirror close to you. You did not put it in your bedroom but in your library. Despite the centuries spent next to it, you never realised that at the bottom engraved as a couple of polar bears was a saying. It was written in the first forgotten language of Northerniatica.

"When the purest soul will be hurt, it will be trapped for centuries. Only the selfless of love would be able to free her. A new union will be born, and a new legend will be told. With their union, the fate of the world will be safe."

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