trade of kings ♔

She made a brief exclamation of discomfort - hardly the sort of response a woman of her size and stamina would have been expected to make - more of agitation than of physical pain. Her silver gaze was stern and unrelenting despite the blood that now stained a fair portion of her neck. Her life rested in her ability to maintain a moderately passive character. Had she known earlier what she was fated to walk into, she might have prepared her approach differently. Passive really wasn't her style. 

"I think it would be fair to say I'm curious; however," the goddess replied with a feigned coolness, brandishing the honed tip of a dagger against his abdomen. Never did she travel without a weapon. There wasn't pressure enough in the gesture to cut, but she certainly intended she would carry out her strike if he attempted to do the same. 

     ”Then your Mom would kill me.” They both knew how that turned out the first time, heck he’d been meaning to tell Nev about when they first met. It was an amusing story. “I’ll tell you what; if she gets to teach you self defense or whatever she does then i’m teaching you the perks of having wings.”

     Lucifer smirked, pushing the book further onto the table and debating where to take her. Of course it had to be private — attempting to fly in a park surrounded by people was certainly not a good idea — but it had to be big. A warehouse perhaps. And empty. Heck the last time he taught a fledgling to fly it’d taken hours and they’d had the whole of Heaven to do it; him and Gabriel. “Let’s go.” Holding out a hand to the child with a smile.

     Then, at the mention of wings, her whole teasing demeanor was washed away with excitement. It was practically impossible to resist the urge to jump up and down right then and there. Luckily, her seated position kept her from reacting so excessively. "You mean you're gonna teach me how to fly?!" She took hold of his hand without hesitation, eyes sparkling with a flurry of questions already. 

     Don’t ask him how it happened, it just did. But a few years down the road they found themselves almost living the white picket fence lifestyle with a child of their own. Nevaeh they called her, which ironically was heaven backwards, and Viggo approved of the name; considering the other choices it wasn’t too bad.

     Shutting the book — resisting the urge to roll his eyes — he looked towards her with a small smile. “Something more entertaining? You’re like twelve, what do you know about entertainment?” The smile widened. 

     Hastily smoothing her hair to a presentable manner once more, the girl flashed a mischievous grin. There was much more she could get away with when her mother wasn't home. In fact, the options were so vast that couldn't seem to settle on a particular one. "I dunno, but it has to be something that would make Mom freak if she found out. She's too protective to let me have any fun."

Name:Nevaeh (Yes that is Heaven backwards. Don’t shoot me, I was tempted to put Lilith) 

Gender:Female  

General Appearance:  

Personality:Sweet but sarcastic when threatened, fairly spoiled but not in such a way that she tends to express to others. She takes after her mother in such that she is fairly challenging towards those who pick a fight with others, making her protective of anybody she cares about.Being an only child made her fairly introverted at most times, preferring the company of a book (She’s a fast learner) over that of family. Nothing against them though, she loves them with all of her heart. She also loves animals. 

Special Talents:Able to form some kind of connection with animals, think Snow White but as a ten year old half-angel. 

Who they like better:She’s fairly equal in who she likes the most. 

Who they take after more:Viggo, when she’s in a mood.  

Thor winced in pain, as Viggo could see from their current proximity. Thankfully, no one else noticed. She squeezed his hand then, knowing he would return the gesture as he introduced the true celebration that Frigga and Tyr had dictated- the engagement.