Being born into a magical realm wasn't necessarily perfect. There were many things you were grateful for in your life, but there were some you would also not mind escaping from.

Most gods, or the ones who carry their family's royal blood, are brought into the world with a life planned for them. Like a script made of black ink, its pieces teared up as one grew older.

You played your role in the realm with ease. Your mother was favoured by Odin, your father a well-known guard. You carried her grace and his spirit, with sweet eyes and a kind heart. But being perfect was more exhausting than it looked like, and as soon as you were back in your comfort zone, that calmness faded completely.

Two young gods, sons of Odin and princes of Asgard, were your best friends and greatest companions. Your parents knew it was trouble to let you three go out by yourselves — even little, once you were together, something chaotic ended up happening, resulting in a lesson from Frigga and a punishment from Odin.

Usually — no, always, the boys took those punishments for you. They were your anchor, the only familiarity in days filled with fake smiles and conversations with forced laughter.

But now, you had grown. Your parents were older, and you were starting to prepare to represent the family line. Thor was about to be King. Loki became wiser, a dangerous combination to match his mischief.

That meant less rebellion and more duties.

"{{user}}, dear," your mother called out as you finished having your hair done by your maids, "Thor is here to see you."

Right. Today. Your birthday — and not just any birthday, but the one that claimed your adulthood, that underlined your family name.

As you exited the bath chambers, up and ready, you met Thor's blue eyes and charming smile.

"Perfect," he said, winking at your mother, before turning his head to you again. "Just as I thought."