Valkyrie

  Loki tossed in his bed. His mind wandered far from the comfort of his silken sheets and towards the realm of Valhalla. His breath quickened as he saw her in his minds eye. She was even more beautiful hen he could have ever imagined she would be. The mass of blood red hair that snaked and culed over her shoulders and down her back made her creamy white skin even more etherial. Her eyes blazed an ocean blue and her lips curled into a smile. Suddenly, Loki was jolted back to his bed. Sweat melted from his skin as he threw back the blankets and forced himself from his bed. The sky over Asgaurd was studded with bright stars as purple clouds settled in the distance. He could still hear people milling through the halls even at this late hour. As he stepped onto his blacony the wind caught his bare torso sending a shiver down his spine. Ever since Thor had gone back to earth to be with Jane. He was left here to his own devices by his father. The silver tongued prince never truly realized how lonely he could be. For all his coldness and arrogance, Loki did have an eternal spot in his heart that would forever be taken by one woman. One woman he could only wish to have. The first time he had laid eyes on her, her knew that he would never love another woman like he did her. The wind shook Loki from his thoughts again. He made his way back into his room to warm himself from the night air. Crawling back beneath his sheets, he could only lay there in solitude and whipser the name of this one woman he so longed for.

    "Freyja."