I watch as the Frost Giants talk back and forth, with Loki leading the discussion.
“Is it really necessary to lower the mandatory age for militant training? We have enough soldiers and we have not been attacked in almost a century.”
“Yes, we have been safe, but will we be safe?” Loki asks. The Giants look around at each other.
“Ok, but how about instead of lowering the age, we increase the training? Quality over quantity, you know?” The tallest giant, Notfer, suggests. Loki looks at him, then at me.
“What do you think, Feather?” I stutter as I try to reply. Honestly, I had been paying too much attention. I give the honest answer that had been on my mind for the past hour.
“What good are the soldiers if they are not skilled enough? Smaller militia would allow more personal training and practice, along with the ability to make sure they are all properly equipped. And what good is a soldier who hasn’t even peaked? We need soldiers that are fully capable and strong enough. I say that we INCREASE the mandatory age.” The Giants argue as they listen to what I have to say. The room erupts into chaos. Loki stands and hits the table. The group goes silent.
“She might have a point. Not with the age increase, but with only having peaked soldiers.” The group nods as he explains.
My mind wanders as he talks. Peaking. When an immortal being reaches the height of their growth, and undergoes a process of slowing their aging dramatically enough to reach a near immortal lifespan. From what I’ve seen, it is very painful. And from what I’ve been told, it's a 50/50 survival rate. I’ll probably have mine in a few years. I bring myself back to the present. The topic has changed, apparently.
“I say that we expand. Our current setup is overcrowded. There is so much space to use on the outskirts.”
“Yes in the rugged, barren, monster infested outskirts.”
“We drive them out. Populate it.” This was Notfer. I squeeze myself into the conversation.
“I agree. We are overcrowded. The outskirts would allow us to make twice as much space.”
“But who would take the time to exterminate and make sure it is safe before we bring people there?” Loki looks at each of us, one by one. I look back at him. He knows what I am going to say. “We have other priorities right now.” he finishes.
“Like what?” I toss back.
“Enforcing what we already have. Keeping the homes that we have safe from winter.” Loki has a point. Winters here are harsh. Incredibly harsh. “And I don’t want my people out there when storm season is around the corner. We can postpone this trek for a week or two.” For once, I agree with him.
“Ok then. That settles this meeting. Meeting dismissed” Notfer exclaims as we start to break off in random topics. I get up and leave with this. To literally do anything else.

@Sweetie you said to guess which Goodspeed is real and which are made up. you're real. I looked at the dates of the earliest posts. you're the first

“Well we are here.” My foster father gestures to the icy landscape.
“Not a warm welcome for your favorite child?” I sigh as I pull on a third coat.
“Honestly sweet Feather it is not that cold out here. Why all the jackets?”
“I’m not a frost giant.” I huff Then I smirk. “Or in your case, a frost midget.”
“Hey. I’m taller than you. You have no right to talk to me that way.”
“I’m your heir of course I can.”
We go back and forth like this as we walk to the snowy centers of the icicle cities. Every tower is jutting out like a knife, but in an elegant way. Hallways and stairs and balconies are carved into all of them. We approach the center one. It is a darker blue than the others, and a lot taller. We step inside. The atmosphere is cold and dark. Empty. Both figuratively and literally. The inside is empty except for some heavily armed guards. We go through room after room. A guard takes Clawstorm to some stables on the other side of the icicle tower. We arrive at what I assume is a throne room. The center of the room has a large throne of extragently carved ice shards. Next to it is a smaller, petite version of the throne. Which is for me i would assume. I ask the obvious question, for me at least it would be obvious.
“Are we gonna throw sharp things first or do boring diplomatic shit?” Loki sighs as I talk.
“What have I told you about that vocabulary of yours?”
“Something I forget and would never abide by or respect.”
“Why are you like this? I remember when we used to enjoy each other.” We sit down on our respective thrones.
“What's the first order of business, Loki??” I ask.
“Well first these people need to see you. Then you need to build their trust enough that you can rule them with an iron fist and none of them will care.” He says bluntly.
“So is this like one of those fancy ‘sit on the balcony and wave in a fancy outfit things’ like they do in the human colonies?”
“Exactly. But they will want you to show strength instead of be cute and frilly”
“That sounds fun.”
“Oh it will be.” After that everything is a whirlwind. Soon I am in leathers. Pants. Tight shirt. Boots. Belt. Gloves. Headband. I am in my male form now. Then I am on the balcony. The people below are silent. Waiting. Judging. Loki is next to me, dressed similarly.
“I present to you the heir of your throne, Feather Jupiter Loki-Son.” The crowd waits for me to introduce myself. I step up and look at them all. I let my magic roll around in my throat, amplifying my voice.
“I will not fail you. I’ve never been good with speeches and all these extravagences. So just watch me. Watch me and see that I will not fail you.” I doubt my words. I feel like a liar. What can I even show them? Throwing some knives? Loki leans over and whispers to me.
“Show them that you are strong enough to hold this throne and not be challenged.” I knod.
I send my magic up as far as I can. Into the clouds. I rain down hell with my bolts of lightning and thunder. I raise my hand to direct the storm in as many directions as I can. I put up a barrier above the frost giants and clash against it with my magic. A perfect show of offense and defense. I walk back inside as I let my magic dissolve into fluffy snow above everyone. A show that showed I can take all of my magic and use it for mercy.
I make it back and collapse in my throne. The cold is heaven on my skin. I feel myself burning up. A wide attack is one thing, but putting full strength into every ounce is another. Normally my wide range attacks are designed to do lesser damages to a larger area. And a barrier thick enough to block my magic for that long. And then finally turning it all into that snow. Snow is an element I have always struggled with. It uses too much of my magic. I feel completely drained. I’m probably burning out. I have a lot of magic, but I have trouble using it all at once. And my burnouts are worse than the average magic user’s. I feel my consciousness slipping. I jolt myself up. It is way too hot in here. I race back up to what is now my room. I change into a muscle shirt and baggy jeans before I go back down the stairs. Then I’m on my throne. It’s surprisingly comfortable. I curl up against it, letting the icy surface cool my skin. I can’t burn out. I don’t think I could survive another burnout. I close my eyes and breath as my temperature levels out. I swear there is steam coming off my skin. I reach into my jacket, which I left here, and grab a bottle of water. I drain it far too quickly. Suddenly I feel strange in my skin. I transform into my female form. Much better. I stay like that for a few hours, cooling off on my throne. Loki is taking care of diplomatic stuff. Soon he joins me in the throne room. He acts like I am not even here. He sits and taps his fingers on his throne. He looks me in the eye.
“You did a good job. You did indeed show them.” he says I murmur a reply. I don’t even remember what I said.
“Tomorrow we have meetings and councils all day. You will be there with me. For all of it.” I groan as he says this. “But for now” he pauses as we look at each other. “We have some catching up to do.” I nod and he sits next to me on the throne. Even petite, my throne can fit both of us with room. I tell him about everything that has happened since I started school. @Sweetie, @Vincent Goodspeed, @Meanie, The FBID, The detention, everything. Losing Shadow. My complex love life. He tells me about what he has been up to. The count for him or Thor attempting to kill the other is up to 257, the count for him literally stabbing people in the back has gone up to 209, and the amount of gambling addicts that want him dead is up to 564. I laugh as he tells me stories of how he has managed to steal anything and everything. For now, this is a distraction from everything. From my Father. From not being able to see Vincent, to my complex situation with Sweetie. Also that's a great poem honey I love it.

“Well we are here.” My foster father gestures to the icy landscape.
“Not a warm welcome for your favorite child?” I sigh as I pull on a third coat.
“Honestly sweet Feather it is not that cold out here. Why all the jackets?”
“I’m not a frost giant.” I huff Then I smirk. “Or in your case, a frost midget.”
“Hey. I’m taller than you. You have no right to talk to me that way.”
“I’m your heir of course I can.”
We go back and forth like this as we walk to the snowy centers of the icicle cities. Every tower is jutting out like a knife, but in an elegant way. Hallways and stairs and balconies are carved into all of them. We approach the center one. It is a darker blue than the others, and a lot taller. We step inside. The atmosphere is cold and dark. Empty. Both figuratively and literally. The inside is empty except for some heavily armed guards. We go through room after room. A guard takes Clawstorm to some stables on the other side of the icicle tower. We arrive at what I assume is a throne room. The center of the room has a large throne of extragently carved ice shards. Next to it is a smaller, petite version of the throne. Which is for me i would assume. I ask the obvious question, for me at least it would be obvious.
“Are we gonna throw sharp things first or do boring diplomatic shit?” Loki sighs as I talk.
“What have I told you about that vocabulary of yours?”
“Something I forget and would never abide by or respect.”
“Why are you like this? I remember when we used to enjoy each other.” We sit down on our respective thrones.
“What's the first order of business, Loki??” I ask.
“Well first these people need to see you. Then you need to build their trust enough that you can rule them with an iron fist and none of them will care.” He says bluntly.
“So is this like one of those fancy ‘sit on the balcony and wave in a fancy outfit things’ like they do in the human colonies?”
“Exactly. But they will want you to show strength instead of be cute and frilly”
“That sounds fun.”
“Oh it will be.” After that everything is a whirlwind. Soon I am in leathers. Pants. Tight shirt. Boots. Belt. Gloves. Headband. I am in my male form now. Then I am on the balcony. The people below are silent. Waiting. Judging. Loki is next to me, dressed similarly.
“I present to you the heir of your throne, Feather Jupiter Loki-Son.” The crowd waits for me to introduce myself. I step up and look at them all. I let my magic roll around in my throat, amplifying my voice.
“I will not fail you. I’ve never been good with speeches and all these extravagences. So just watch me. Watch me and see that I will not fail you.” I doubt my words. I feel like a liar. What can I even show them? Throwing some knives? Loki leans over and whispers to me.
“Show them that you are strong enough to hold this throne and not be challenged.” I knod.
I send my magic up as far as I can. Into the clouds. I rain down hell with my bolts of lightning and thunder. I raise my hand to direct the storm in as many directions as I can. I put up a barrier above the frost giants and clash against it with my magic. A perfect show of offense and defense. I walk back inside as I let my magic dissolve into fluffy snow above everyone. A show that showed I can take all of my magic and use it for mercy.
I make it back and collapse in my throne. The cold is heaven on my skin. I feel myself burning up. A wide attack is one thing, but putting full strength into every ounce is another. Normally my wide range attacks are designed to do lesser damages to a larger area. And a barrier thick enough to block my magic for that long. And then finally turning it all into that snow. Snow is an element I have always struggled with. It uses too much of my magic. I feel completely drained. I’m probably burning out. I have a lot of magic, but I have trouble using it all at once. And my burnouts are worse than the average magic user’s. I feel my consciousness slipping. I jolt myself up. It is way too hot in here. I race back up to what is now my room. I change into a muscle shirt and baggy jeans before I go back down the stairs. Then I’m on my throne. It’s surprisingly comfortable. I curl up against it, letting the icy surface cool my skin. I can’t burn out. I don’t think I could survive another burnout. I close my eyes and breath as my temperature levels out. I swear there is steam coming off my skin. I reach into my jacket, which I left here, and grab a bottle of water. I drain it far too quickly. Suddenly I feel strange in my skin. I transform into my female form. Much better. I stay like that for a few hours, cooling off on my throne. Loki is taking care of diplomatic stuff. Soon he joins me in the throne room. He acts like I am not even here. He sits and taps his fingers on his throne. He looks me in the eye.
“You did a good job. You did indeed show them.” he says I murmur a reply. I don’t even remember what I said.
“Tomorrow we have meetings and councils all day. You will be there with me. For all of it.” I groan as he says this. “But for now” he pauses as we look at each other. “We have some catching up to do.” I nod and he sits next to me on the throne. Even petite, my throne can fit both of us with room. I tell him about everything that has happened since I started school. @Sweetie, @Vincent Goodspeed, @Meanie, The FBID, The detention, everything. Losing Shadow. My complex love life. He tells me about what he has been up to. The count for him or Thor attempting to kill the other is up to 257, the count for him literally stabbing people in the back has gone up to 209, and the amount of gambling addicts that want him dead is up to 564. I laugh as he tells me stories of how he has managed to steal anything and everything. For now, this is a distraction from everything. From my Father. From not being able to see Vincent, to my complex situation with Sweetie. Also that's a great poem honey I love it.

Also its just me now so I can write completely on my own because nobody except me wants to be on a frickin ice planet with the god of mischief and lies. And lets keep it that way. No visits except for @Vincent Goodspeed.

I'm packing up my stuff. I tossing anything I might need in my jacket. No need for bags now. Thick coats. My cross-dressing clothes. My chains. My weapons. My trinkets and knickknacks of random magical uses. My med-kits. Pillows. Survival necessities. A hell of a lot of tampons. I'm unlocking my phone as I tug the jacket over my shoulders. I'm a flash down the hallway as I dial up my foster father. It rings for a moment before he picks up.
"What do you need darling?"
"I need to leave now. Like right now. I'll go back with you. I just to leave NOW!!" Loki sounds worried as he answers.
"Wait what? But you said you needed two weeks. That was yesterday."
"Father knows exactly where I am now. He has his pieces set. He's ready to kill everyone here to get me." I practically babbling as I explain as quickly as I can.
"You made your point. Give me three minutes." He hangs up. Soon I am at the stables. A place I have not gone in a long time. I reach the end of the long rows. I open the doors. I feel my animal speak tingling as I talk to someone I have not seen in a very long time.
"You only talk to me when you need to run for your life."
"Im sorry. I've been really busy trying to not die." My pet dragon looks at me. They are fern green with speckles of coriander blue-gray. I saddle them, yes them, dragons don't have genders. They are petite, just the right size for me.
"How busy?" They ask.
"Well Clawstorm" yes I named my dragon Clawstorm. "Shadow is dead, my father hired a robot that looks like my boyfriend to spy on me, and Loki is picking us up in two minutes." I respond bluntly. I close the animal speak connection. I get on Clawstorm and get to the edge of campus. I leave them there for a moment as I write a note, copy it several times, and leave it for my companions.

"Guys i wouldn't do this normally but I have to leave. Just for a while. I'll be back someday. i'm doing this to protect you. I love all of you. also don't trust @Vincent 2.0. he is working for my father."

I leave the notes at their respective doorsteps. I race back to Clawstorm just as Loki appears.
"Feather you are five seconds late." he says as I skid to a halt.
"I'm a busy person. We need to leave. Now."
"Alright, alright." Loki opens a portal and we step through into the Icy Planet of my inheritance.

@Hailey and Wailey.
Hailey you are psychic, you know, mind powers, telekinesis, telepathy, foresight, not raw power coursing through your veins that could destroy an army.

@Sweetie im sorry honey when its like 5 people on the same story its gets confusing and considering that everyone is not always on the same page as each other makes this type of writing hard

"I know what you might want to say. I'm just gonna clear this up nice and simple." I breath. I rarely tell people this face to face. Loki is the only one that knows right now. I make myself into a mist for a moment, then transform into my male form. Then my bi-gendered form. Then finally to my a-gendered form. @Sweetie watches with amazement i switch forms quickly.
"I'm gender-fluid."
"Oh. So you are a guy?" she blushes as she realizes she has a crush on someone who is partially male.
"No. I'm me. First, last and always."
"What does this have to do with anything?" she asks bluntly.
"im just being honest with you. Im not bisexual. im not straight. I just dont use labels for my attraction. Not that it matters. Im... with your brother. You know that." She starts to tear up a little bit with this.
"Oh" I barely hear her.
"No no no Sweetie. Its not that I don't like you. I really do. But... elves kinda... mate for life. And I have chosen Vincent. Its my fault. I'm sorry. But im trying to fix... this. Since we couldn't ever, you know, have children, I'm trying to find a loophole for us to be together. I'm trying. I really am. But for now." I pause as I grab our trust pearl from her desk. I hold it between us, in both of our hands. "we have to be strong. You have to be strong." I lean forward and barely kiss her lips.
I shove the pearl in her hands and walk swiftly away. Then I'm running down the hallway. I let my magic leak out in my legs. Soon I'm just a flash of color. I run off campus. Far away from here. Anywhere but here. I'm in the forest now. I soon crash into a hooded figure. I stumble back and trip. I watch as the figure removes their hood. Its my Father. He grabs me and pulls me close. I feel fear ripping my nerves apart. I try to throw myself away from him. He holds my tightly.
"I won't kill you now, dearest daughter." Chills run through me as he calls me that. Like he is tasting the word itself. "I simply wish to warn you." He pauses for a moment.
"I suggest that you leave this place. Do what that bastard asgardian says." he hisses.
"Because the more you love now, it will be more that I rip from you as you suffer and I will make you watch as they die. As I rip them limb form limb." He lets go of me and vanishes. I feel tears roll down my face as I race back to the dorms. To my room. To pack and leave.

i like everyone's post but i like to write dramatic stuff that is super drawn out and full of fighting and you guys tend to be like "and then robot vincent saved the day lets end this before sophu starts her long story and make her delete three pages of prewritten art"