crystal-of-ix

A/N: I was told about this song and just had to write a songfic with it. This is an old song, but definitely has a good plot to it. The story practically wrote itself!
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The gold birch was breathtaking. Queen Freyga was very proud of her garden, a wide assortment of greenery dappling the area. She collected flora of all sorts, creating an oasis of tranquility unlike any other.
The gold birch was a tree exclusive to Asgard. Its closest relative was the Midgardian silver birch, except this tree's bark glistened gold. It had been one of her favourite things, and she had trusted only a few servants to care for it.
Loki Laufeyson walked into the garden, holding a book under his arm. The weather was beautiful, and though he usually stayed in his room, he made an exception. The Royal Gardens were always a peaceful place, and he knew a banquet was to be prepared tomorrow in honour of a recent quest Thor had gone on.
The only reason he ever looked forward to a banquet was that the ki