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It's the day after your fourteenth birthday. You're absolutely freezing, bundled up in a robe, sitting down on a fur rug by the fireplace, trying to warm up. The warmth of the robe and the fire feels lovely. You also happen to be absolutely starving, but no one will let you eat. No one being Morgan and anyone else in the castle but you know better than to ask for breakfast. You rub your hands in front of the fireplace, the room slightly chill. Being November, there's only so much one can do.

"Hmmm, this feels good," You say, rubbing your hands together in front of the fire and smoothing short bedridden hair. "What's next?"

The older blonde man, Morgan, pokes and the fire, setting it more ablaze. "First of all, your bath. They should be about ready for you. And I'll send your wardrobers in to help you dress as soon as they arrive."

You stop abruptly, hating what was about to happen, what had to happen and what it meant. You always knew you were going to be king. One day. You just didn't think it would be so soon. And to have all those people....fussing over you. It was positively distasteful. And there was absolutely no escaping it. Or was there? All the maturity you'd displayed over the last few weeks disintegrated in one last act as a prince. As just a boy. With no one elses responsibility resting on your shoulders but your own.

"Devil take it, I can dress myself!" You try hopefully. It doesn't work. Morgan laughs, taking you by the arm and pulling you to your feet.

"A king must have dressers on his coronation day. It's tradition. Besides, you aren't meant to clutter up your mind with the mechanics of putting on strange robes when you should be contemplating the responsibilities of kingship." He propels you toward the dressing room where undoubtedly a gaggle of servants and a tub full of hot water await. Not just that. The first step.

You pause, a boyish playfulness playing about, and you eye the other man. "Oh I'm meant to have dressers, eh? How many?"

"Oh, six or so I should imagine." The man raises and eyebrow, playing innocent.

"SIX!" You cry out considering the high number. " Morgan, I don't need six dressers!"

"Is this a rebellion?" The other man grins, playing along good naturedly.

You start through the door and then turn in a look of complete mock indignation and playfulness. Just the thing someone wants in a king, right? " I still think that you planned all this deliberately." You hate personal servants after all.

"I've been planning deliberately to make you a king. Now, get in there!" The other man's playfulness and patience wore a little thin. It was a special day after all and you were kind of being a pain, especially considering just how mature you'd been up until now. He made a motion as if to chase you through the door and you duck through it, but not before poking your head back out a final time.

And sticking your tongue out. All maturity completely and utterly gone. One last romp before the inevitable.

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How pleasurable, of course, depends on how excited you are to be separated from your kingdom.

[Which he realizes is an assumption, but he's confident it's a fitting one.]

I would quite rather be at home in Rhemuth than here. As exciting the possibility is of meeting other places and people, my people need me. I can only hope and assume that we will be returned with no missing time. My people have already suffered my presumed death once and it was not pleasant. I would not wish them to go through it again.

I've met a few from after my time from my own world, and it would seem that is the case.

[A pause.]

Which means, Your Majesty, I would recommend enjoying this holiday while it lasts. [Kelson's story did catch his attention, though.]

...your presumed death? [Had Kelson fabricated his death as well, or was this something else?]

My cousin poisoned me, I ended up going over a waterfall and suffering injuries that left me missing and presumed dead for a month. My dear cousin took advantage of the situation and attempted to dispose of his father who was next in line. He was not happy to see of my return, and I'm afraid the kingdom suffered during my absence.

[Kelson lets out an audible breath.]

But that is good news, indeed. I shall try to enjoy the rest while I can then.

Wait, you had dressers? Are you a king as well?

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I'm almost impressed he could exact such change in merely a month's time. Was there no regent to act in your stead.

[To say nothing of how easily foiled a poison plot can be...obviously.]

I...have ruled Asgard in my father's stead, and in my elder brother's absence I was, once, named regent when our father was indisposed, but...no. Since our father's death Thor is our king.

[And once upon a time, Loki would be no end of angry about that. Thor's proven himself, though, and that's not without merit.]

My uncle acted as my regent, as well as next in line. I.....I do not yet have a queen.

[That seemed like the best way to put it, given the....issues Kelson had faced, one buried, another beyond his reach.]

My cousin married the woman I was to wed. No matter what else, I will never forgive him for that.

[Kelson listened to Loki speak, the dynamics of family and royalty being something he was rather familiar with.]

Have you not been trusted as his regent now, if he must leave?

Your cousin sounds like a man who should be for the axe.

[Hypocritical to say of someone who usurped the throne by someone who did the same? Possibly.]

That's...still up in the air, really. You see, our homeworld was recently destroyed and we are all currently refugees. I'm sure we'll handle the paperwork once things have settled.

Yes....I executed my cousin for his crimes. As much as I might have wished otherwise. I have to be king first.

[Kelson is very carefully not saying his name. It's good Loki can't see the giant twitch that's formed on his face.]

Your home was destroyed? That's horrid.

As was his due.

[He scoffs slightly.]

I will miss the vistas, surely, but we evacuated well-enough...well...Asgard is her people.

I know there was nothing else I could have done. It was not as if I could spend mass amounts of resources to keep him imprisoned and under guard. And I needed the public to know I do not....play favorites.

[Kelson listened and nodded. That was, quite a healthy attitude to have when one's home was destroyed. He was a little amazed.]

I hope you can endure, and find some place equally as beautiful and enduring as the Asgard themselves.

[It was rare for Loki to show any sort of emotion in regards to his true feelings, but Kelson's words hit him closer than he'd care to admit.]

I hope they do as well.

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