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Okay, so far this is only a one-shot. Let me know if you think there should be more to the story. Please feel free to comment.

You clapped cheered and watched on as Prince Thor strode down the stairs, Mjolnir aloft, and through the great hall. Your smile toward Thor, however, was not genuine. The golden prince was not the one to snatch your attention and adoring eyes. Your eyes tended to be more directed to the fair-skinned dark-haired prince who had always kept it. However, this was Thor’s special day: his coronation. That meant you had to cheer and clap and smile anyway.
Thor kneeled before the steps to the All Father’s throne. Odin stood and his spear, Gungrir, banged the ground, silencing all. You folded your hands in front of you and looked on. You saw the Warriors Three on Thor’s right and Sif, Frigga, and Loki on his left. Unfortunatly, from where you stood, you could not get a glimpse of that handsome face that you dreamed of. At one point, he turned his head slightly and you caught sight of his eye flicking to Thor. You almost jumped when Thor shouted, “I SWEAR!” Then chaos erupted.
Time jump: 3 hours
You walked through the big door of your family’s house. You stood for a moment. You had always known that your family was one of the richest in Asgard, with your father being a councilor in the royal palace. You looked at the two curved staircases that led to the upper rooms. Most everything was gold in your home, and what wasn’t was covered in only the finest material. That was the price for your father not being around most of the time. You walked around the large house looking for your mother who was undoubtedly around as she never left. There was a time when she used to go out, but that was past, before she had lost her brother and sister in-law and nieces and nephews in one go. They had died on a trip to Vanaheim. They had all gone to the beach for the day, and decided to take a rest. They found your uncle and aunt, both dead, but the children were lost.
It wasn’t like she had gone crazy or anything, she was just a safety nut now. You climbed the stairs and looked in each room until you reached the room where your mother weaved tapestries. There she was. You smiled and walked in, she hadn’t weaved anything in a long while so you were glad to find her here. “So did all go well at the coronation? Have we a new king?” she asked as soon as you sat down. “Unfortunately, no. I did not learn much, but I think Frost Giants broke into Asgard.” Your mother looked down into her lap fingering the weaving needle, somewhat nervously. “That is a pity. I was almost finished with the tapestry I was making as a gift for the royal house.” You stood and walked around the wooden loom to look at what your mother was making. It was a weaving of the throne room today. Your mother was skilled in magic, so it made sense that she would get a view of the room somehow. Everything was as you had seen it that morning. Except, you had a better view of Loki.
Your mother noticed you staring at the stitched Loki. “Did he recognize you?” she asked. You jerked away and cried, “What? No! Of course he didn’t! He wouldn’t anyway, that was such a long time ago, mother.” She smirked at you, “I know you are interested in him, I always have.” You decided to act nonchalant about this so you asked, “What would make you think something like that? It’s madness.” You crossed your arms and awaited her response, “First of all, you wear green and black nearly non-stop, you have since you were small. Second, when you were still young, you saved all those goat horns from the ones we ate.”
You uncrossed your arms and looked down at your dress. It was indeed green with black and gold accents. You supposed it was a perfectly valid reason to wear the colors. You frowned slightly and gave in with a wave of your hand. Your dress swooped behind you as you stalked out of the room and down the hall to yours. You shoved the tall door open and stepped inside your large room. After your mother’s comment, you noticed just how much stuff you had in your room that reminded you of Loki.
First, your bed was made of dark, almost tar black, brown wood with runes carved into the posts that were thick around and reached to the ceiling. Your sheets were made of soft green, and black silk. While your wardrobe had a few things of other colors, most of your clothes were green and black. Jewelry was almost always gold. Whenever you were invited to a feast because of your father’s position, you always wore a different color because you never wanted Loki to know, let alone notice you at all.
You felt like you needed fresh air, so you stepped over to the stone balcony and leaned on the rail. You had a perfect view of the city, the ocean, and the rainbow bridge. You could even see the observatory off in the distance. The sun was beginning its decent like it always did when each day neared its end.  From where you stood, you could see six figures on horseback riding up the bridge to the observatory way off in the distance. You could see the dark bay horse that you knew belonged to Loki. That took you back.
You stood there watching as the bifrost started up and shot whoever had ridden out to the observatory wherever it was they were going. Then, you stepped back into your room and closed the curtain that kept your privacy in tact every night. You dropped onto your bed and smiled as the flash back started.

It all started nearly a thousand years ago. You had been just a child at the time, only 6 or so. You had been in the market with your mother and you had gotten lost, eventually finding yourself lost in a field instead. You sat down on a rock and started crying into your arms. You had been crying for quite a while when you heard a voice, “What are you crying about?” came a quiet voice. You wiped your eyes and looked up to see a dark-haired young boy sitting on top of a dark horse. “I’m lost.” You said in a shaky voice. He jumped off the horse’s back stretched out a pale hand. You took it and he pulled you up. “I can bring you to my home. My father can find out where you live and take you home.” You smiled and watched as he remounted his horse. “May I ask your name?” he asked. “(y/n). May I ask yours?” He smiled. “My name is Loki.”
“I can bring you to my home. My father can find out where you live and take you home.” You smiled and watched as he remounted his horse. “May I ask your name?” he asked. “(y/n). May I ask yours?” He smiled. “My name is Loki.”
You immediately fell into a curtsey, and fell to the ground. You both laughed. You climbed to your feet, “My lord, I thank you for your gracious help.” He smirked and outstretched his hand to help you up onto his horse. You took it again and you climbed aboard. He tapped the horses sides lightly with his heels, and the horse shot off at a canter.
The horse climbed a hill and then you could see Frigga’s famous gardens near the stables. The horse started to slow down when it got closer to the stable. When Loki stopped him, you got off first. He hopped off lightly and said, “Wait here. I have to put Sigrun into her stall.” You nodded.
Soon, Loki returned and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the gardens. He opened the gate and pulled you through, finally letting go when you realized where you were. You were sweating buckets. Being only 6, you thought you wouldn’t need etiquette lessons until you were older, but now you were on the palace grounds with only the slightest amount of teaching to go on. ‘Be extremely polite, mind your manners…’ That was all you could remember. “What is the matter?” asked Loki. “I have no experience in etiquette. I have never needed it before.” You were rubbing your hands together, something you did when you were nervous, but he was smiling. “it is alright. Do not fret, curtsey when you meet father and speak only when asked to. I will help you when you need help.” He put his hand on your shoulder. He only looked about 7, but he was taller than you by a couple inches. Nothing like his older brother who, after this, came off as a bit dumb. Loki was kind and smart with a mischievous streak several thousand miles wide.
He walked you through the gardens to the palace doors. It took both of you to push open just one heavy golden door. He took your hand again and you followed him around the palace, up and down the halls. You came to a great huge golden door with runes all over it. Loki began to push all his body weight against it, so you did too.
Finally, the door opened up enough for you both to squeeze through. Loki went through first, straining to keep the door open long enough for you. You slipped through easily, and he let go of the door before once again bolting down a large hall. You didn’t follow quite as quickly when you realized where you were. Odin’s throne room. “Come on, (y/n)!)” Loki said. He obviously didn’t see how nervous you were. “Father! I have found a friend!” he cried. His father stood from the throne and stepped down the stairs to meet his son. “Have you now?” he picked him up and hugged him. “Father, this is my friend, (y/n). I found her out in the fields. She was lost.” Odin put his son down and turned to you.
“Where are you from?”
“The city my lord.”
“ Whose child are you?”
“I am the daughter of Lord Skurge and Lady Velia.”
“Lord Skurge? My council man? I shall have you returned as soon as your parents are found.”
“Thank you my king.” You said and you curtseyed politely. The king smiled as he looked at you with his one eye. He was considerably kinder than you would have expected. “Loki, spend time with your friend. Show her about the castle. Only the sanctioned parts, you know where you are not to take her.” He said. “Yes father.” Loki replied happily.
Loki grabbed your hand again and pulled you out of the throne room. You hadn’t noticed before, but there were guards standing on both sides of the door. They let you and Loki out into the hall with smiles on their faces. You heard Odin call them over to him after you had left the room, you supposed it was to find your parents. Loki still pulled you ever onward to different rooms in the palace.
By the end of an hour, he had shown you his room, his brother’s room, the banquet hall, he had strategically avoided the baths, and the kitchen (he showed you where the sweets were hidden) “Well I suppose that’s all there really is to the palace. The only thing left for you to see is Thor. You’ll probably like him. Everyone does.” He sounded somewhat downcast on the last note. “I might not. I have heard that Thor is quite…over…everything.” He looked at you surprised, almost. “Why would you say something like that? Thor has always been the better brother. The golden prince.” That made you think for a moment. Loki seemed quiet, less over the top, yet still brave (you wouldn’t have admitted it then, but he was also cuter). “I do not know. I suppose I just like you better.” He looked like he wanted to kiss you.
He was smiling like crazy, and you could see torches lighting in his head. He  grabbed your hand, once again, and pulled you to the training grounds. There was a hidden ledge disguised with foliage from ivy vines that grew up the walls. Loki squatted and you kneeled across from him. He pulled some of the ivy away and you could see several other older children fooling around in the training grounds. One was a young girl who looked about Thor’s age which was probably about 8. There were a few boys, too.  Another blonde boy who was playing with a wooden sword, a black haired one who looked like he was from Vanaheim who was playing with a mace, and then there was Thor. He was playing with a toy sword too. “Watch this.” Loki whispered. He straightened  his index and middle finger and then bent them. It was magic. You looked out to Thor and the other children. Suddenly, as Thor was running to engage the other blonde boy, he tripped and fell. Loki and you began to giggle quietly.
Thor was looking around for whoever had tripped him, but found no one. You and Loki ran for it. He ran you through the palace, through the garden, and out back to the field. When you finally stopped running, the two of you laughed, gasping for air. Loki was bent double with his hands on his knees, while you were doing the same while trying to remain slightly ladylike.
For a while you played out there in the field, until you both saw a guard coming toward you. “Mistress (y/n)? Your parents have arrived to take you home.” He said when he got there. You and Loki looked at each other and you both got up to go.
You followed the guard back to the palace, all the way to the entrance where you found your parents speaking to Loki’s mother and father. “(y/n)! I thought you were lost for good!” cried your mother as you ran to her, she scooped you up into her arms and held you close. Your father rubbed the back of your head tousling your dark hair, and he kissed you. Your mother set you down and turned to the King and Queen “I am terribly sorry about this. It won’t happen again. I have warned (y/n) not wander off in the markets many times.” Your mother apologized. The queen waved it away, “Do not be worried. It was no trouble at all to have her. Hopefully, perhaps one day she may receive a position in the palace. It would be a joy to have her here.” She said, the All Father nodded.
Most of the conversation went unheard by you and Loki, however, as you were saying goodbye to him. “Thank you for your most gracious help, my prince.” You told him. He smiled and bowed to you. “It was my pleasure, (y/n)” he said, then he bent over and kissed your knuckles. You both laughed at the attempt of chivalry performed by the seven-year old.
“Time to leave, (y/n).” your mother called. She held out her hand and you took it, walking down the palace steps. As you did you felt the edges of a piece of paper in one of the pockets of your dress. You smiled knowing who had put it there.
When you got home to your room, you pulled it out. “tomorrow noon day at the garden gate. Meet?” read the note. You smiled again and went to your balcony.

And that was when you pulled yourself back to reality. You smiled just remembering those times, all those years ago. Surely the prince that you secretly adored would never remember something like that. The one time he had bested Thor. The time someone actually liked him better than the older child. You recalled the few other times you had met with him. Your friendship lasted for about 2 months. You tried to meet whenever you could, at first at the garden gate, then one day he left the note that the garden gate was no longer a safe meeting place, so you suggested the rock he had found you at originally. But, something changed. He came less and less and less until finally, he just stopped coming, stopped leaving notes. The last note explained why. His father had banned him from meeting with you and had told him to spend more time with Thor and his friends, learning how to fight. That had cut your heart because now you missed Loki and the fun he brought with him.

Then a knock sounded at your door.