Was she serious? Truly? Now this was getting fun at last. Loki found himself grinning a little, "Is that so? tsk tsk. I'm not sure Vesta would approve of such desires." or would she?

"If I'm going to be here forever... I'd rather it be enjoyable..." But he had a point. What would Vesta say?

"What should be enjoyable?" Vesta asked, walking into the room, a large brown apon on.

Loki smiled to Vesta as she entered, "Oh, Pallas has been feeling left out. I think we should include her in more of our activities"

Vesta pulled off her thick leather gloves. " Oh?"

Pallas looked down at the desk, ashamed at her our feelings.

Vesta set the gloves down and put a hand on Pallas' "Talk to me."

"Well I ummm... You and Loki seem to... I...I'm lonely." She said, not really sure on how to say it.

Vesta sighed and sat on the desk beside her and forced Pallas to look at her, "Would this make you more comfortable here?"

Pallas nodded.

"Alright then." She kissed Pallas forehead and hopped off the table and slipping her gloves on.

Pallas blinked, "Wait what?"

"It's only natural for you to become attached to him. Loki is the only humanoid in this realm who does not want to eat us... and if his highness is willing and you are alright with it then I can't compliant. But... let me make one thing very clear, if ANYONE is going to have Loki's babies." She had a very serious face on as she pointed to herself and then turned. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'll be down in the armory, fixing all the weapons and armor... It's unsettling how dull those swords are."

"Well that's what happens when Iron and Steel are played with and then left unused for centuries." Loki replied, "I think the children have been using them for practice until they are able to form proper ice weapons. Not surprisingly really. In order to make such metals stronger than the ice, it would have to be forged in fires that could not exist here."

Vesta pulled off a glove and her hand turned red hot. "Until now." She waved, "Play nicely." She said closing the door and heading off.

Pallas was still kinda shocked, "...Wow."

"Nice wasn't exactly what I had in mind" Loki commented as he grabbed Pallas from behind the moment Vesta stepped out the door. He had her arms pinned to her sides with his own as his hands began to roam her front. "I think that perhaps you haven't been a good girl" he whispered in her ear, "not one bit"

Pallas gasped, "Master.... I've tried to be good...re-really."

"Have you?" he asked as he began to undo the buttons of her sweater from the bottom upwards, "You're going to have to convince me of that" he told her as his hands made their way to the gem in her chest, "you can't even keep this clean" he stroked the stone as though it had a brush of dirt on it.

*Time Skip*

The next day Loki took some time to head into the lesser populated areas of the castle, the ones that were yet to be repaired. He had been trying to work on something but not having much luck with it and he did not exactly like the idea of anyone seeing him try.

Taking in a deep breath he held his hand out in front of him, his skin turning blue as he tried to create ice around it. It was something that the frost giants were taught to do from a fairly young age but Loki had never managed to make it work since he discovered his heritage. At best his hand became covered in frost.

(I'm assuming Pallas?)

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It was well into the afternoon before Pallas managed get up and moving.

Last night... there were no words for the heaven she'd been taken to. And they hadn't even run all the bases either.

Pallas couldn't find his highness anywhere so she decided to go and look at what areas of the castle needed the most repair.

As she walked through the castle and noticed someone and quickly hid behind a broken column.

Loki glared at his frost covered hands, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he tried to make them colder. His breath wasn't even registering as a mist anymore as his body temperature had dropped close to the surrounding area. It took all his focus and still, there was no ice forming-nothing but frost.

With a yell of rage he turned and slammed his fist into the wall, sending cracks spiraling out to add to the decayed structure. He tried again to create something, anything, even a small ice formation but for some reason his body wouldn't have it and his patience was running thinner than the ice he couldn't make.

His blue fists pounded into the wall several more times, causing the ice to shift up above and then actually break free in chunks and fall though even that didn't phase the king, even as a massive spike of ice pounded into the earth right next to him.

Pallas watched for a few mins. Was he trying to use ic magic?
Perhaps it was harder for a half blood.

But Pallas could not sit by as the ice began to crumble around him. Especially when a rather large piece was about to come down on him.

With a wave of her hand the floor became as smooth as glass. She dropped to her knees and slid into Loki. Her arms wrapped around his waist causing him to fall over her shoulder which was actually a good thing as it gave the piece of ice enough falling room to actually smash into the floor as oppose to his head.

They spun and slid to a stop. " Are you ok?!" Polly asked.

Her sudden appearance had caught him a bit by surprise, though he had been rather self focused at the time at least she was there to snap him out of his rampage against the wall and keep him from getting crushed. Even so however, being saved did not improve his attitude. He shoved Pallas away as he got to his feet and brushed himself off, "What are you doing here?" he demanded, rather than thank her.

She got up and quickly curtsied before him, "I was inspecting this part of the castle for repairs, my lord." She looked up at him slightly, "My lord, may I speak openly?"

Loki eyed her for a moment. How much had she seen? "Proceed" he replied cautiously.

She stepped closer and scooped his hand and held it palm up, "My lord, try feeling not thinking." She said not judging or anything like that. She ran her finger along the lines of his hand, a coldness to her touch, "Feel the as the air around your fingers grows colder and colder, the pieces of air growing tighter and tighter together." She said, encouraging him gently.

He seemed to be more embarrassed than anything else, though he was hiding it behind a mask of annoyance. His eyes were turned away from her as she spoke, though finally he decided it was more important to learn this than to be prideful. With a sigh he looked at her, then his hand as he attempted to feel rather than force the conjuration.

A light frost crawled out from his palm and along his fingers. It thickened somewhat but despite his efforts it did not go further than that. He paused, took another breath and tried again. It came to the point where his hand shook and still nothing more came of it and with a growl of frustration he pulled away. "This is impossible. If it was simply magic I would be an expert by now" he kicked a loose chunk of ice down the hall in frustration.

"Master," She took his hand again, "You're over thinking it.... Please, let me guide you." She took his other hand and placed it on her gem, "Close your eyes and take a deep breath."

He was trying to remain calm, he really was, but he had been trying to do this pretty much since he had learned about his heritage and now... now more than ever he was going to need it.
Still, he took another deep breath and closed his eyes. One more try...

He was trying to remain calm, he really was, but he had been trying to do this pretty much since he had learned about his heritage and now... now more than ever he was going to need it.
Still, he took another deep breath and closed his eyes. One more try...

Pallas' gem began to glow and a warm yet cold glow flowed over his hand which rested over top of it. "Focus your attention on the feelings in your hand against my gem. Notice how everything feels thicker and yet thin... warmer yet so cold around your hand." She explained, "Now try to recreate those feelings in your other hand..."

She continued to couch him but as he started to get frustrated she said, "Don't think, feel." And with that, she wrapped her lips around his.