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The Royal Family's continued worry over the younger Prince's seiðr health was well known. And quite logical, especially considering the Prince's recently healed core was still very fragile and prone to relapses. But Prince Loki's resistance to his family's overwhelming attention was also understandable.
That's why Yngvarr wasn't surprised when Queen Frigga ordered him to check up on Prince Loki. He was one of the only people who knew the second Prince's heritage, also his protectiveness of Prince Loki since His Highness' regency was no secret.
After searching for Prince Loki he finally spotted him sitting on the balcony, reading a book he saw in Lady Livunn's hands not too long ago.
"Your Highness"
Prince Loki turned to him looking up from his book.
"Lieutenant General, did Mother send you?"
"Aye, Queen Frigga is worried and if I may be honest so am I."
The Prince let out a quiet but clearly overwhelmed sigh.
"You need not worry. I am well. Better than I have been in many moons."
Sensing the irritation on the Prince's tone Yngvarr decided to change the subject.
"I have not seen this book before." He lied. Then immediately felt foolish about lying to the God of Lies after seeing the unimpressed but amused look on said God. But the Prince mercifully took it as the distraction it was.
"Tis a book on poetry."
"Poetry?"
"Hmm, it has 152 poems all carefully chosen from different artists. But this one I like the best." He said showing a relatively short one.
The poem was comparing Ásgarðr to oceans and canyons. It was certainly...something? He geniunely didn't find the poem too exciting. And that's not his Æsir upbringing talking. His warrior oriented culture doesn't exempt him from being able to appreciate meaningful art when he sees it.
This just...isn't it.
Seeing Yngvarr's confusion the Prince decided to grant him some more mercy.
"Tis by the eyes of an anonymos vanir poet that grew up during the Æsir-Vanir war. I certainly think, though probably not for the same reasons, it's fitting."
"How so Your Majesty?" asks Yngvarr, geniunely curious.
"An ocean of unexplored potential no ruler desires to uncover. Instead further grinding the footprint-carved canyon. A canyon where even abondened frost giants can carve their legacies on."
Yngvarr frowns at the use of the slur. Examining the Prince for a sign of relapse in his healing journey but Prince Loki seems indifferent. His ever so analyzing green eyes soft. Softer than Yngvarr thought them capable of being. A small but true smile paints his face. Yngvarr realizes this is his fırst time seeing Prince Loki this peaceful talking about Ásgarðr or jötnar. It seems his time as regent has made a small step in improving the Prince's complicated relationship with his Realm.
Nay, both his Realms.
Yngvarr smiles.