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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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Lochila looked upon the man, sitting in the grand high chair that once belonged to the Allfather. For anyone who sat upon the throne, it was the heirs of the great Odin himself, of whom passed away in a time where Asgard's very balance began to tip. Since then, the children of the once-king have went their separate ways, to the point where they started to rarely speak to each other. Heimdall once had a grasp over the deities of Asgard, in times of strife, but not even the much-needed wisdom from Frigga herself can calm the temperamental tension that now managed to separate the once-inseparable siblings; Tyr, Balder, and Aldrif chose exile, Loki ends up imprisoned, and Lochila lingered lost in the shadows of the now-crowned Thor, whose very presence has loomed over the two women before him. 

Like any good subject, or so it was said, the raven-haired goddess crossed an arm over her chest, and kneeled before the man, at the foot of the chair. [color=00a651]"My king..."[/color], she began, having to pause on her words for a second. [color=00a651]"My brother"[/color], the woman stood back up to her full height, from next to Torunn. [color=00a651]"Lord of Thunder; god of rain; bringer of storms. Torunn, Thor Odinson"[/color], she introduced the girl to the blonde man. There was a glint of guilt coming from the goddess, along with a lingering sadness.

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[center][color=ed1c24][h1]Thor Odinson[/h1][/color]
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The blonde man had a glare that was ever piercing, as if he had sorts of feelings within them, along with a bit of an intimidating fierceness to him. He stood up from the grand chair, where the sun shined from him, which seemed to miraculously erase all of signs of intimidation, and replace them with gentle humbleness; altogether, majestic. [color=ed1c24]"Lochila; dear sister of mine. I have summoned you, as our call seems to have been answered before our very eyes"[/color], he said, as he walked towards them, with a deep voice that seemed to show that very fierceness and gentleness all at once, as he gestured to the sword in the girl's hand. [color=ed1c24]"My daughter..."[/color]