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Her:
That stormy and foggy evening Loki's daughter came to this world, it should have been known and acknowledged from the start that it was pathetic fallacy for her early life.
Eden Lokisdortirr's early life was spent surrounded by a loving father, uncle and family in general; just no mother. Her mother, whom her father, Loki, had fallen deeply in love with, had passed only mere hours after her birth; she had held her child once before Loki noticed something wrong with his wife... incoming death. He has knew this would come and dreaded every single second awaiting it, but there was nothing he could do, even with his abilities. From then on, Loki raised his daughter as well as he could; he made positive she was well taken care of and treated kindly by those who met her, which was hard for the public of Asgard with her appearance.
Because of her fathers frost giant genes, she was born with patches of ice blue skin over her body, but those patches disappeared as she grew older, though some people still viewed her with disgust. On the other hand, Eden was quite a beauty. She was born with her fathers jet black hair - though less jelled - and her mothers navy blue eyes. As she grew older, many suitors would approach and request for her hand in the near future, however she always refused kindly and went back to what she was doing. Not only was she a beauty amongst the people, but also incredibly intelligent. With the assist from her father and Uncle Thor, she was tutored in arithmetic, history and philosophy to learn proper ways of ruling a kingdom, if it ever came to be.
By saying 'if it ever came to be', we really mean if Odin ever chose her. Even if she isn't her true grandfather, same with Thor and Frigga, she was always blood, whether true or not. Odin always said "If my first son cannot be bothered to produce an heir, they you shall be the spare and rule after I am dead". Eden never understood why Thor was never an option or her father, but she never wanted to ask and anger her grandfather. From wat she understood, if Thor never bore an heir, Asgard and the nine realms was hers... She liked that thought, but it also feared her; all that responsibility and fearing being alone.
That was always a large fear of hers, one that kept her awake at night, wondering. Would she be a good queen? Would people respect her? Would he family still be alive to witness this?
She had to make sure they did.