AsgardiansXReader Seven Days Chapter One

Your feet thudded against the soft grass as you ran excitedly through the Asgardian grounds. The grass muffled the sound of your shoes hitting the ground, which you were grateful for, not wanting to alert anyone.

'I'm in Asgard,' You thought, panting as you continued to run faster until you could run no more.

You looked down at your clothes, and knew you didn't look out of the ordinary. Since arriving, your clothes looked Asgardian to anyone but you, to you, it looked as it did when you put them on this morning.

You bent over, your hands resting against your knees as you fought to catch your breath, your excitement pouring over inside, your legs aching to run again.

"Hello?" You looked up and turned your head. A blond man, who looked French, stood a few feet away from you.

"Are you alright?" He took a step forward, and you smiled, nodding before speaking,

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a teensy tad tired. But fine, don't worry."

Your eyes followed him as he began to circle you, inspecting you, as though he saw something interesting.

You jumped lightly, startled, as his hand jerked out and he bowed.

"Fandral," His voice dripped out of his mouth, the words amalgamating into something that sounded like seduction without the seducing words.

You took his hand and shook it lightly, "(Y/n)."

A smile twitched onto his lips. "(Y/n)? What a unique name for such a unique woman."

You felt a small blush creep onto your lips, his stare betraying his words. He hadn't meant 'Unique', but it had slipped out.

You smiled politely in return. His gaze swept over yours for several minutes before his voice hit your ears,

"I have to go, now. Would you like to accompany me to the castle?"

The thought of being able to go to the castle and meet those you've heard stories and fables about sent your heart into a flutter, beating seemingly three thousand times a minute.

"Sure, sounds fun."

Fandral took your hand, his blue eyes meeting your (e/c) ones for a moment before he took the first stride, you following him closely.

You thanked the genie internally, your excitement streaming and pounding through your veins.