Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Lɪᴏɴᴇss

Pandora had a look on her face, as if that was a lot of information to take in all at once.

“Firstly, yes I do. Secondly, what the Hell is a Pheme?”

          “In Rome they called her Fama, some people called her Ossa, but in any case she’s the goddess of rumors and gossip.  Someone whose good side you want to stay on if you can.”  Gabriel explained as he inexplicably produced a trombone from behind his back.  It was a little dented in the bell but looked like it had been polished recently. 

He could read phonetic letters, it seemed. Maybe a note would be alright?

Pharaoh,

Enkil,

Pharaoh,

If there is something I can do to make you happy, I’d be excited to hear it. I don’t mean that in a passive-aggressive way. I don’t want to bother you with any more silly little girl efforts.

I can’t imagine what its like to have the amount of loss that you have. I welcome any ideas that you have that can make this house more comfortable to you. In the most literal sense, this is my home, and you are welcome to it. But my home is a person. This place doesn’t matter much to me. Whatever you’d like to do to this building to make it more suitable to you, I am welcome to the idea. I do genuinely want to make you happy. 

I’ll be in my room if you need anything.

How could this happen?

For what seemed like years at that point, the Princess of Olympia had been thrown into a deep state of mourning. The sound that had escaped her throat when the Storm Bringer had come in to tell her that Loki, her dearest friend - her only friend, truth be told. Her soul’s brother. - had died was comparable to no other sound. Grief. Her heart shattered into a million little fragments.

How could this happen?

The Storm Bringer in his typical infinite wisdom couldn’t understand why it was that his daughter was so violently effected by this. Loki and Pandora had not seen one another since they were children. He had forbade it, for reasons that he never disclosed to the Allfather and Allmother.  She had always been at her father’s sides during his trips to Asgard, until one day she just…? Stopped coming. For good.

When the news of Loki’s survival and incarceration finally reached Olympia, the Princess left her realm against orders. Zeus be damned, even he could not keep her from seeing her truest friend. Pandora brought with her no security, no maidens, no one at her side other than her little bird familiar perched on her shoulder and her pegasus beneath her. The creature was ran as hard as she could get him to go, his wings spreading as they were nearly clear of the Bifrost to take to the skies. The trip would be shorter and have less interference this way.

It occurred to her about eighty percent of the way to the castle that she had absolutely no idea what to do and no plan for what she should do next. Pandora had never left her realm alone before. And while she remembered the general layout of Asgard from her childhood, she had no idea where it was that she should land and enter the palace. Zeus loved the fanfare of strutting in on his pegasus and walking it right through town, watching the townspeople watch him. And she had always been behind him on his saddle. While she tried to conceive some plan of action, the brilliantly red-haired pegasus began circling the building with a large girth. Pandora just prayed that the Allfather didn’t see her, thinking she was a threat and begin an attack.

“…Thor?!” Pandora called down to who she hoped was the eldest son of the royal couple. She couldn’t think of who else it would be, honestly. The blonde hair, the deep red cape that was so indicative of Asgardian nobility. He had been walking outside by some sort of lake that she had absolutely no recollection of it being there. She could’ve sworn that there was a sculpture in that spot when they were small. “Is that you?”

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THE  BURDENS  OF  BEING  A  PRINCE  LAY  BARE  :    BARREN ,  UTTERLY  DISCLOSED ,  A  LIFE  OF  LUXURY  IN  STARK  COMPARISON  TO  HIS  SIBLING .    Thor ,  the golden child .   Loki ,  the outcast .

and it had never been more evident until now ,  as if invisible winged beasts had shielded Thor’s gaze from the obvious .   he sits outside the dungeons ,  deepest crevices of thought and the lowest abyss of his stomach trying to muster a hold on these emotions he feels .   disappointment .   disgust .   grief .   confusion .   and   —   perhaps the most prevalent   —   rage .

fists clench and unclench ,  and within those small gestures he’s taken back ,  to how Thor and Loki were raised ,  how they bickered and fought and played together all these centuries .   his skin is etched with victories and defeat ,  aging slowly ,  slowly ,  slowly with experiences he was certain he’d have alongside his sibling .   alongside Loki .

it doesn’t seem to be the case .   Thor gets to his feet ,  eager to walk off these unwelcome thoughts ,  and trudges outside .

Pandora’s voice catches his attention ,  and the demigod looks upon the face of a childhood friend   —   of Loki’s ,  primarily ,  and they will be thrilled to see her .   or will they   ?    he has less of an understanding where Loki’s concerned these days .

That switch seemed to flip inside her mind mid-action. After her leap from mid air and taking a few quick steps towards Thor, arms beginning to raise as if she were to throw them around him, she stopped. Ah, yes. This would one day be the King of Asgard - more likely sooner rather than later, if she really thought about the Allfather’s age. And while she had felt a kinship to the elder Prince the last time they saw one another, it had been many, many years since. They didn’t really know one another anymore, did they?

As if to correct herself, she made sure that she kept a comfortable distance between the two of them. Quickly she mirrored his efforts to tame her wild dark hair with her fingertips before she straightened her posture.

“Frankly, I’m just relieved he’s alright.” Pandora confessed, trying very hard to keep her gaze on Thor’s face. She was embarrassed now by her own behavior. She would’ve very much liked to look away, but again, that wasn’t proper. “And I’m thankful that you’re alright as well. I’ve been told that the battle on Midgard was quite extensive.”

“....And I do apologize for coming without permission. I’m just-” What was she, really? Happy, that Loki was alright? Grief-stricked, for everything that had happened? Relieved? She was all of these things and so much more.

I don't think he's taking messages at the moment, Panda-pops. You might have to leave your concerns with the nearest Pope.

“Oh, what in the actual-?” Bundled up in her coziest lounge wear, Pandora was trying her very best to get through whatever book it was that was open on the desk. One of the mostly-empty rooms in the Compound had been commandeered - with blessing from her Father - and turned into an office of sorts. Though, because her line of work was based in magic and the like, the room was quite different than the standard home office. While there were bookshelves and a computer, that is essentially where the likenesses ended. The shelves were crammed with books and crystals and potted plants, and jars filled with different kinds of water and dried herbs.

“What do you mean!?” Now it was a bit clearer; she was trying to learn tarot. The book in front of her was a guidebook, and Pandora was essentially arguing with the cards laid out before her.

As quickly as the anger and frustration had turned to a cool, collected demeanor, it morphed into something else. Something was wrong. And she knew now that she had to tell her Mother and her Aunt something that would hurt them. That’s what she had been trying to get out of the cards. How should she break the news to them.