Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.
For years, they meet on that day, telling one another of their lives from the month since their last meeting, though Loki does not reveal his real name or station. He learns a lot of the lives of the poor of Asgard from her, something he seeps into to his father’s court to try and help the poor of Asgard and when he sees her, he gives her small tokens to try and make her life easier.
One day, she does not turn up for the market, though Loki waits at their usual spot all day, the next month, again she is not there, nor the next, until Loki gives up and becomes withdrawn, thinking she has tired of his friendship, his first true one of his own, and not his brother’s friends being polite to him because they have to.
On a hunt one day with Thor and the Warrior’s, they stop at a tavern on the way back, there, Loki is shocked to see the girl, dirty and dishevelled, trying to scrub a floor as the men around her eye her in a way that angers him. When Thor orders their drinks, she rises from the floor to get them only to see Loki staring at her, though he masked his appearance around her before, she knows it is him, her friend. Ashamed, knowing who he truly is, she runs off in tears. Loki does not know whether to follow her or not.
Loki watched as Thor and his idiot friends sat in a circle, clearly deep in thought. Knowing that there was a significant chance of irritating them, he decided to join them. “Norn’s but are you all not the most cheerful group, who urinated in your mead?” he scoffed as he walked over to them.
“Not now, Loki, we are dealing with something,” Thor growled.
“If it is which one of you is the greatest pain, that truly is a dilemma,” Loki smirked. “What is so difficult for you all?”
Ariella stood at the door of her home, she thought at most, the bag was going to contain a piece of silver or two, at most, and a few bronzes, but it was all silver, she looked at them all, there was at least ten, but to her shame, she could not count any higher. She only knew to ten by fluke from listening to people. How could she ever explain that to her father and mother how he ever came to possess them. She thought of how he had acted in front of Fandral, she was embarrassed, certain the young high-born would never want to see her again because of his behaviour.
“Where are you?” She turned around and closed the door, both of her parents glaring at her. “Get your head out of the clouds girl.”
NOTES/WARNINGS: There is a few political thoughts in this chapter, I promise it will not be a running theme, it just will be referenced in the next bit.
Loki looked at the boy staring back at him in the mirror and grinned, no one would suspect it was him, he was entirely the opposite to himself, except for his eyes, but they could not be altered, his tutors and mother taught him that, so with a last glance over himself to ensure even his clothes looked like those of a commoner, he walked down the servants hall, knowing the most of his family’s servants had the afternoon off to go to the market. He had heard of the country market all the time from servants and maids as they did their duties around the palace, it was a highlight of the month for them, and he wanted to see it for himself, so this was going to be the day that he would. It was utterly undignified for him, a prince, to even ask to go his father stated before when he asked for his consent. Technically the king had not forbidden him from going, so he decided to go see it.