Hello everyone!

This is my first attempt at a Loki/OC story, so bear with me here.

First of all, I own nothing you recognize.

And second, enjoy!


The Outerland. That was the nickname by the locals given to a small area of living in Asgard. The place was surrounded by forests and about a twenty minute walk from the palace. The inhabitants lived in nice homes made of wood from the neighboring trees. They never got cold from the abundance of the resource. In fact it was odd for a family to not have a pile of logs next to their house.

They all coexisted in peace. No one fought with another over food or land. Instead, they shared all they could and cared for one another. Once every cold season they all got together in one home, a person taking their turn every year, to have a large feast.

In one particular home was an archer. He was best in Asgard and quite possibly in all of the nine realms. He spent his days in the forest which was where he found the Outerland. No one really went to visit it, although everyone knew of its existence. So, naturally, the archer moved there immediately.

That was also where he found his wife. Her name was Sabi. She was a woman with fair skin with freckles that showed up easily, especially in the warm season. Her blonde curls flowed down her back and her blue eyes sparkled with energy. She had used to live near the palace. But then she came to realize that the need for adventure was too great and moved to the Outerland.

This is why she looked odd within the area. Everyone else had tan skin and dark hair and eyes. But despite the difference, the still accepted her.

The archer and Sabi married only one month after meeting. The two were one of those rare situations where it was love at first sight.

It was three months after they were wed that they found out Sabi was with child. Both were elated, very fond of the idea of having a baby. But after two months, Sabi became unsure of the situation. Was she really ready for this? To calm her nerves, Sabi decided to visit the prophetess, Volla.

So, once her husband went off to hunt, Sabi began her journey to Volla's hut in the woods. She followed the smoke coming from the hut and finally came upon it. The base of it was built out of wood and the roof with grass. Sabi went up the front steps and gave three knocks on the door. Footsteps were heard from the other side and then the door opened, revealing a short old woman wearing a long black cloak with a hood up. Her face was covered in wrinkles, from what Sabi could see.

"Ah," mused Volla. "The wife of the archer. What brings you here today?"

"I'm am scared, prophetess," answered Sabi.

"And you wish for a prediction?"


After a moment of thought, Volla smiled and stepped back. "Come in child, come in."

Sabi smiled back and nodding, wrapping the shawl she wore around her tighter. The house was dark and every step she took made the floor creak. Sabi followed and Volla, who walked very slow, took her into a completely dark room that was only illuminated by one candle.

Volla pulled up two chairs and say down in one, motioning towards the other. Sabin sat down in it.

"What is it that troubles you?" asked Volla.

"You see, my husband and I are expecting a child now, but I am frightened," answered Sabi.

"What is it that frightens you?"

"I do not think myself ready. And my husband demands a boy."

"I cannot change the gender of the child, my dear."

"I know, but I would like to know if you could tell me what it is."

Volla was silent for a moment, looking at the floor around Sabi's feet. She stayed like this for a while.

Worried, Sabi leaned forward and touched the old woman lightly on the shoulder.

"Prophetess," she said. "Are you alright?"

It was silent for a few more seconds, but suddenly, Volla's head shot upwards to look at Sabi. Her hazel eyes turned black and her skin went pale.

"She will be born at winter's end

And will become both princes' friend

But it will be one for whom she has care

It is also this one who will fall with despair

No harm will she mean; neither trouble

But no matter, his heart will turn to rubble

And the two shall fall apart

Their souls inevitably to depart"

Volla's eyes and skin turned normal once more and she coughed a few times, sounding like she was trying to get rid of a lung.

"What is wrong dear?" asked Volla.

"N - nothing," lied Sabi who was incredibly frightened at the situation, all lines of the prophecy running through her head.

"I am sorry, child, but I believe I am falling ill." Volla coughed again.

Sabi nodded and thanked Volla for her time before leaving. She would never forget any line of that prophecy.

And at winter's end in the Outerland, a girl was born to the archer and his wife.

And they named her Elsa.