Prologue

A few Norse myths have been lost in time, being as they were only passed down through certain families. Many of these families were killed protecting the myths.

A tall man with long, dark hair stood in front of another man with brown hair. A small girl with long hair the same shade as the brunette man stood alongside the dark-haired one, holding his hand.

"You promised Leif. You remember what would happen if you broke your promise, don't you?" the dark-haired man said.

The other one nodded. "Yes, I do. However, Crystal is gone, so the pact is void. Do you know what the officials would say if she suddenly disappeared?"

"They won't know if you don't say anything. Besides, there aren't any officials where I reside."

"I don't care what you say, she stays here," Leif answered.

"But daddy," the girl protested.

"Not now. You should be in your room. Go on," Leif shooed her away, but she wouldn't let go of the man's hand.

"Leif, you've made many poor decisions, but this will be the one that ends you."

"I always said this would be the end of me, but a child isn't suited for where you live."

"I grew up there, as did my brothers."

"Get out."

"Reconsider your actions, Leif."

"I said, 'get out.'"

The man smiled. "Very well," he murmured. He began to leave, but the girl held onto his hand tightly.

"No! Don't go, you promised!" she pleaded.

"I will keep that promise, little Sigyn, I promise you that," the man told her. "Until we meet again."

She finally let go. "Bu-bye, Lo. I love you."

The man looked at Leif. "She despises her own father, but loves someone of whom the name she doesn't know."

"She does, but she doesn't know it yet. Besides, you're over one thousand years older than her."

"She'll catch up."

"Regardless, I know that I can't protect her from you, nor can I keep S.H.I.E.L.D. away, but I will try nonetheless. Others will keep her from you. You can try, but unless you change, she will be out of your reach."

I had that dream again, comic books have really gotten in my head, but I know it isn't real. There's something about Loki that intrigues me for some reason.

I've been writing quite an amount of stories in this blog, but I suppose I shall try my hand at something personal.

My name is Elise Iridium. I am, or better yet was, a scientist who specialised in gamma radiation and a few other fields, but I have always been fascinated by Norse mythology. My grandfather, Olin, used to tell me many stories about the world of Asgard and the gods of it as well. He seemed to know a lot about Odin and his "sons." He would always tell me to stay away from Loki, but I knew they were only stories. I nearly always sided with Loki in his quarrels with Thor, but I knew that both had rights and wrongs.

My father was killed by an oversized wolf, and it left me to die in the cold. Two women found me on the side of the road a few days later. When I was taken in by one of the women, the one named Mandy, I modeled quite a bit of my personality after Loki and tended to avoid others. I was also diagnosed with PTSD a while later. The other woman happened to be the mother of a girl my age named Dmitria Markov, who became my best friend. We had six other friends: Darren VanDauche, Hunter Daniels, Jared Knightson, Sarah Weatherly, Richard Clemencyn, and Vanessa Sang.

This may be the final entry in this blog, as I very well may forget about it. I have to end this entry, for I am leaving on a trip with Darren, Dmitria, Hunter, Jared and Vanessa today.

Until I write again, Elise Iridium.