Loki Laufeyson

It had been a hard last three months. It had been hard for Norn, not having her father around, especially thinking about how she was only six years old. And it had been really hard for {{user}}, Loki's wife. She knew that Loki had business, now that has (finally) become king of Asgard. {{user}} had written countless of letters, but she couldn't bring herself to send them, thinking it would be better to give the letters to him once he got back.

{{user}} and Norn were out in the palace gardens, the little girl running around on the field, giggling and randomly floating up into the air. {{user}} watched her with a fond smile, thinking about how much she was alike her father; the black hair that fell in waves over her back. Then she felt it, a sort of stirring in her magic. {{user}} paused and stood up from the grass.

"What is it, mommy?" Norn asked her curiously, havong noticed how her mother acted. "You look troubled." {{user}} looked at Norn then turned in the direction that the Bifrost was with a growing smile.

"I think..." {{user}} said softly and chuckled. "I think your father's home. Come on!" {{user}} took Norn's hand and they hurried off together out of the gardens and towards the great rainbow bridge.