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Prologue

The beauty of my life is I have never had an understanding of where I was going. The feeling of hopeless convictions to this place are not a delusion, and this is not my home or birth right. So to have it sufficiently stripped from me suddenly is not a loss or a void created but truly a new beginning. May this interval end and start my true life as a god. I am a god, a Darterian.

Chapter One

With Wings Swiftly Fall

My heart woke me pounding harshly in my chest. Where the hell am I and how did I get here. One second I am drowning my sorrows on the cold edge of a shot glass. The next I'm lying here in a sweat, so frigid chills are racking through my body like waves on a cold arctic shore.

I forced my body to sit up much to its displeasure, noticing that it's not my own body. Instead I saw skin covered with what looked like black feathers, though the room was too dark for me to be certain. "Where am I?" I can't help but to question. The darkness is strange like a cell, but how did this happen. I swear I'm not a stupid drunk. I'm just a depressed one, lost in a shitty world of grief, surrounded in hate.

Following the floor feeling for something, I finally ran my fingers over a wall, and pulled myself up to my feet. Weak in the knees, and wobbly as a pendulum that lost its gravitational pull; I leaned on the wall for stability sighing out.

"Its a Dart, Thor I'm not sure how, but that is a Dart in there." I faintly hear a mans voice say. Dart? Must be a cop and dart must be a nickname for a drunk girl I assumed turning my body with my back flush again the wall. It felt cool grounding me, causing the pain rattling through my body to subside.

To my surprise the wall behind me swung open turning out to be a door. I didn't have the strength to catch myself and fell waiting for the impact but it never came a strong set of arms caught me roughly and lifted me, planting my feet firmly.

"You're awake?" The same voice I heard said turning me to meet his gaze. Tall, thin, handsome, dreamy, and dark were some words to sum him up. The only flaw I could see was his pale pastie complexion.

"Hello?" He stated. I missed his previous question salivating over him. If there was I god I was so looking at him right now.

"Hello." I shakily said, dragging in a deep breath, finally pulling my eyes away from his form in embarrassment, only to catch glimpse of the man he was speaking to. My heart stopped for a second, and I could feel the pause, as his face screwed with distaste and disgust. At that moment my heart started to beat again feeling his rejection.

His mouth twitched to speak, but I could tell his mind betrayed him toiling deep in thought.

"Darterian how did you survive the war of our realms?" He grated out with anger. "I killed many of your kind to see fit that everyone of your race was long since dead." He added

My body felt his rage seething from his being and I yanked from the man holding me on my feet finding strength suddenly. Fear radiated deep through me and into my bones purging me to run. My first steps were slow, but the repetition of the rise and fall left to right gained speed as I ran.

My feet felt heavy like lead but I knew after absorbing what I saw of the two they were crazy medieval enthusiasts, given the old style clothing and armor they wore.

I rounded a corner only to slam into a firm body. His arms grasped me tightly causing me to sob and drop but he held tight holding me on my feet. "Midgard was your sanctuary until today why did you come here?"

He shook me and I looked up, tears draining from my eyes I cried out. "HELP ME!" Only causing him to shake me violently.

"DART ANSWER ME NOW!" I tilted my head high enough to meet his gaze. "I don't know what your talking about."

"THOR! Stop, shes the last of them, I took her there myself. It seems she has come here for the duty her father asked, before his demise." An older man said an eye patch over his right eye. He was also dressed in the same fashion.

The man gripping me turned around abruptly swinging me around with him like a rag doll. "Father what is the duty you speak of?" He ground out angrily.

"That will have to wait. She should learn of her lineage first before we shock the poor girl with the final plea her father asked of me. Take her to royal guest quarters and call for servants to bathe and ready her. I have a lot to explain to her." The older man turned and left me alone with Thor? The blonde sex god. Hmmmmm... My mind wandered.

He lifted me violently bridal style and started down the corridor, carrying me up a stone staircase from what must have been a dungeon. "Thor, is it?" I asked pulling my head up to look at him mind still in the gutter. Gorgeous...

"Yes, what is it you want?" He growled out, eyes glaring at me. He obviously did not like me, like I was enjoying him, every little sexually arousing detail. I gazed up at his flawless skin, and seductively enticing lips. My arms had instinctively wrapped around him giving the opportunity for my finger to feel his bare skin below him armor in places.

"Where am I?" He stopped midway up the stairs and looked down at me, his eyes intensely meeting mine which created an electric pulse to race through me all the way down to my toes. My fingers tingled, arcing deep into his back.

"Asgard, it will soon be explained as my father Odin intends to talk to you about your realm, I would presume." He started walking again pulling me tightly to his chest throwing me off guard. Didn't he just insinuate he wanted to kill me, and was I really getting off?

I was dreaming no doubt, because this was all to crazy and weighted in my favor. Two, not just one hot guy to swoon over. Being saved just in the nick of time before hot sexy Thor here ripped me apart. Followed by him carrying me and holding me like I wanted to be held. Total ecstasy...

Any second now it would end, with me waking up making love to my pillow. "Are you real or am I dreaming?" I asked lifting my head again, blood dripped from my nose onto my shirt as I did.

"I am real, and you need to stop lifting your head like that. It seems your shift caused your weaker form internal damage." He adjusted me reaching his hand up to press my face against his chest.

"It seems you shifted before full maturity. Naturally your kind dies when this happens. Too bad."

I ignored him, how dare he practically wish me dead. I was innocent of whatever his biased history was with my lineage. If he really hated my race that bad, why was he cradling me with such care?

After a few minutes of walking through a maze of halls which were ornate and far more ancient Greece in design than modern, he opened a door to a room tossing me on a bed. He grumbled something in audible to me, and left slamming the door behind him, infuriating me.

"DICK!" I screamed, after him expecting him to ignore me. Wrong dumb ass. I cursed myself as he flew back into the room pinning me on the bed. Normally, I would have been enthralled by this invasion, enjoying the contact from such a magnificent man. It had come to mind, but his intense violent shaking of my neck tossed every dirty amorous thought to the wind.

He was yelling at me but I couldn't make out what he was saying, as the air was choked from my lungs, causing me to gasp for breath. Was this guy really killing me? I could see darkness looming into my vision, as my sight tunneled to just his face.

Tears rolled down my face as he finally let loose when three women pulled him away from me. The first man to catch me in the cell, gathered my limp form from the bed consoling me while fanning away the darkness. "Little Crow are you okay?" He asked glaring back at Thor.

"THOR LEAVE!" He yelled as two more women rushed into the room from the hall with water and wet clothes, handing one to him.

He dabbed my forehead gently, looking at me with concern. "Little Crow?" He said again catching my attention.

"Little Crow?" I quizzically asked back, not sure if he was speaking to me.

He mouth curved devilishly into a crocked smile as he studied my face, a long pause between us. After a few brief seconds his mouth hung open as if to speak but closed as he dabbed my forehead again.

He placed the cloth in the bowl one of the women held, before lifting me and carrying me to the bathroom . There centered in the room was a deep bath with no spigots, the other four women filling it by hand with large pots of hot water. "Can I leave you with them?" He finally spoke setting me down.

I nodded only in response looking at the unique architecture. There were hand carved columns in every corner, and four surrounding the tub that would put even ancient Greece to shame. Tiny cherubs and warriors adorned it, no doubt to tell a majestic tale.

He picked up on the amazement of my surroundings smiling. "The palace is beautiful isn't it? You'll love it here." He turned to leave before I could respond only to stop his back still facing me. "By the way Little Crow, I'm Loki."

I smiled at him knowing he couldn't see it, with his back turned. Thor might have been a complete loss, but Loki I liked him, he seemed truly concerned. Little Crow, a pet name. I thought.

The five women helped me into the bath, all taking a task once I was in. I never had felt my body treated so gently given my years. I was raised in a foster family since I was a baby, and they never cared about me. It was rare to get a homemade meal let alone cleaned in a bath when I was three. If this was real, life seemed to be turning to a new page in my book.

A new chapter.

One women washed my arms and legs while another cleaned my back. My hair was spread back into a shallow section of the bath, where a women cleaned it rubbing it gently up to my scalp. After they were done, they left me to clean my more private areas explaining, "Your body has temples that must be worshiped by cleansing on your own."

This I had no problem with as I would definitely feel violated if they tried. I finished and climbed out of the bath with their help, my body still wasn't one hundred percent. "Your body is weak from shifting." One woman spoke quietly to me.

"Well if she hadn't gone mad, when she came through the Bifrost maybe she wouldn't be in pain." another bit glaring at me.

"Wouldn't you if you where thrown into a place you didn't know." Another defended.

"Shhhh... the both of you. Her role here will soon be defined." The first woman chimed in. "Little Crow, I will be with you as your loyal servant. Helena. You four lets please finish dressing her." She ushered me into the bedroom again as I finally took the bedroom in. It was already occupied.

There was armor of the same kind Thor wore, and red drapery falling off the sides of the four poster Victorian style bed, standing in front of me. It raised a cause for alarm. "Helena, whose room is this?" I asked.

She looked at me grabbing a corset and pulling it around me. Two of the other servants grabbed it lacing it and pulling it tight perfecting my figure in the most painful way. Helena came to my front adjusting my breast pulling the corset tighter. "This room is Thor's."

My skin crawled at the thought, as the women finished dressing me in a thin red linen dress. In the mirror I could see the dress made my golden brown eyes pop, accentuating my olive skin and illuminating my ebony hair.

I admired my reflection for a few moments, while the 5 women left the room. When Thor entered, I didn't even notice his reflection next to mine until he spoke. "Are you ready?"

I glared at his reflection. "I would prefer Loki take me." I turned and walked past him avoiding eye contact. His body language spelled irritation with his arms crossed over his chest.

His eyes followed me to the side of the bed where I sat down but his body stood where I left him in front of the mirror. I could tell he was studying me to see my temperament, as I was his. He slowly rounded the corner of the bed standing before me. "Look at me." He said softer then he had spoken all day.

I ignored his request and defied him, by turning my head to the side staring at the wall instead. He extended a hand gently gripping my jaw line pulling my face to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry. I was upset ,because of your behavior at the Bifrost gate. Given you attacked me."

His hand loosened from my jaw kneeling down in front of me. "Why am I here?" I asked looking him in the eyes. His stone stare dropped for a moment before locking with my eyes again.

"Your here for me. When you were born there was a war between our realms. The war waged on for six long years, only to end in the genocide of your kind, leaving just you. On your fathers death bed my father Odin offered one last dying wish. As his last wish he requested you live as an Asgardian princess, and be betrothed to his eldest son. My father offered entry to our realm as of your ascension to maturity. You would have been killed had he brought you to our realm earlier, because of your mortal adolescence. Now that your body has matured and your skin has hardened partially you are safe to live here." He explained.

I let it set in for a moment looking away from him. "I have to marry you?" A burning sensation rose coursing through me. Thor stood moving away from me as the sensation turned to pain. I instinctively pulled my hand to my face where the pain was the worst when I saw them again. Black metallic feathers sliding out of my flesh like needles passing through fabric. "Thor, whats happening to me?" I whined, sliding off the bed, to the floor as the pain grew. My eyes were blurry and unfocused, the pain intensified leaving my body stiff and paralyzed to my control.

He lifted me off the floor placing me on the bed. "Just focus on something, Little Crow." He sat next to me, holding my face in his hands as my eyes fluttered not being able to focus on him.

My eyes finally cleared first on the the door way where Loki was standing, concern written on his face. "Thor maybe you should wait to let dad talk to her and let her rest." The pain started to subside with him in view like something about him was comforting.

Thor's body tensed as Loki stepped into the room pulling me up off of the bed. "Get out Loki, you know dad told you to stay away, due to your infatuation with her." Loki stopped mid step glowering with anger pulsing from every pore.

"Infatuation, you could have any woman or princess of any realm with your chiseled physique, yet you choose her. Even with your deep hatred of her kind." Loki's presence at this point had caused all my shifting to stop even though Thor still held me tight to him. I was confused, unsure of who really was causing it to subside was it all Loki?

"Perhaps your jealous brother, that I am destine to be king of Asgard. Little Crow will be my wife. NOW LEAVE!" Thor growled out deeply the anger vibrating through his chest causing me to shiver.

"You don't even know her name." Loki snapped back exiting the room. It was true no one had used my name since I had woken in this horrible place. I wanted to go home and see the bottom of a bottle. I didn't care that I was a drunken bar buzzard, at least I was somewhere I felt safe to be me. To be Alaina not the Little Crow they kept mentioning.

"ALAINA!" Thor yelled setting me down brandishing his hammer. "Dare over step your boundary with me again brother, and I will show you what I am willing to do for what is rightfully mine." He slammed his hammer smashing the floor beneath it, a crack carving its way across the floor to Loki's feet.

"Love is not defined by a promise older brother, but by what one has in their heart." Was his response, as he turned his back coldly to Thor.

I watched Thors stance falter slightly as he lifted his hammer back to its strap aside his right hip. Like a light switch I felt my body burn uncontrollably, to his guarded anger hidden with his back to me.

My body flashed feathers on every inch of my skin and a uneasy feeling at my back gave the impression I had grown wings. It must have been the shift Thor spoke of, yet I felt in control until I lifted from my seat atop the bed like a bolt.

Loki didn't see me coming as I slammed him to the floor just down the hall pinning him. A snarl escaped my lips as I straddled his down form. "LOVE IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK YOU CAN MANIPULATE OUT OF A SITUATION, FROST DEMON!" My mouth screamed but I didn't say it. It was like some monster had taken over my body.

Loki lay there below me a smirk on his face calm with no fear. "Thor, she seems the type who could weld your hammer." A smile adorn his lips, evil lacing it.

He hadn't calmed me earlier, there was no way with the way my ferocious nature was now behaving. I felt a small prick at the nape of my neck and the light around me began to fade.

"LOKI NO!" Was the last thing I heard as I faded dropping on to him.

Green grass cushioned my bard feet as I ran from someone laughing. Turning around I stumbled falling playfully, only to be caught. It felt so normal the arms that caught me. My savior turned me slowing allowing me to see the beauty of the dream scape around us. A field of dreams, wild flowers from one side of the clearing to the next with an amazing back drop of mountains beside us. His arms were strong and muscle laden, and a safety net of joy that I could not explain.

My face dropped to his chest, breathing in his pine needle aroma, strong. It felt like I was meant to be here with him and I loved it. I loved someone in this exact moment, never wanting to leave it. "Alaina?" His deep voice rumbled out from the depths of the chest my face lay in pure ecstasy. Raising my eyes to meet his, I felt the wind knocked from me ripping us apart before I could meet his gaze.

I fought to open my eyes succeeding after what felt like forever. Blood, was everywhere around me, darkness beginning to set. I could hear Thunder and crashing trees as I started to my feet vision altered from the blow I must of taken.

Once on my feet I starred to the eves of the clearing looking for him, only to catch a glimpse of a dark figure. I turned to run.

"Alaina?" I heard his voice. My eyes twitched slightly heavy from a forced sleep before opening. Thor was leaning over me a look of deep regret in his eyes.

"What happened?" I asked trying to sit up only to have Thor press me back to the pillow. A frown furrowed around his lips for a second before he turned away from me.

"Loki, stay away from him." He stated a quaver in his tone. I was certain it was a mixture of anger and sadness making me wonder what Loki had actually done. "He wanted you as his own, you know. But my father couldn't trust he could handle you. Given how dangerous Darts really are. Your kind killed thousands of his, when Darts were our allies. Frozen treats to your kind really. Odin feared you would get blood lust and feed on him. You tried twice now, but it seems he has found a violent way to control you and that is not fair to you." Thor turned suddenly placing a hand on my cheek tuning my head as he leaned in kissing the nape of my neck. A small amount of pain rose at his touch but subsided from his kiss, replacing it with a warm tingling.

"I was able to calm you earlier as father predicted and it is better you stay near me at all times. Do not make conversation with Loki, he loves the defiance from you." Thor stood leaving me alone.

I felt so mad why was it I had to be up rooted to be tortured, my life was already screwed up. Couldn't just be your regular fucking Mary Sue and meet my regular Joe. Live on Cherry St in Suburbia with 2 and ¾ kids. I rolled over slamming the bed angry. I wanted to smash something.

I slid carefully to the edge of the bed and saw Thor left his hammer. No doubt for Loki's safety I guessed. I gazed around the room noting that the floor was still smashed and the doors hung weakly from damaged hinges. They must of continued fighting after I attacked Loki given the massive hole that adorned the wall just beside the doors. The beautiful golden room now looked like the Beast had thrown a fit, after Beauty brushed him off the first time.

My feet grazed the floor a few times before I found the strength to grab my footing. I was going to see if it was true that I could pick up Thors hammer. Loki's comment came back to me, from when I had slammed him to the floor.

Curiousity was ablaze in my thoughts, not that I was going to swing it or anything just pick it up. I started across the room each step easier then the last as the spinning feeling of wooziness left me.

It took me longer then expected to make it to the table on the far side of the room which looked like the hammers resting place. My hand lifted slowly like a child's getting ready to touch their fathers power tools. The thought was the same, Please don't let him catch me.

My hand slid down the handle slowly gripping, as I caught my eyes glancing over to the door lifting it easily out of the groove it was set into. It was light, feather light and not what I was expecting. I ran a finger over the engravings smiling. "My son will be angry with you if he knew you were touching his hammer. Or able to lift it. Maybe we should put that back."

A hand curved around my own reaching the hammer back to its resting place. I turned to see the old man with the eye patch over his right eye. "I'm sorry please don't tell him." I said stepping away from him back towards the bed. He smiled at me as I climbed back in to the bed.

"Thor will be pleased to know you can lift it, when he is ready to accept it. As for you how are you feeling? Did Loki hurt you?"

I smiled walkin the rest of the way to the bed carefully climbing back into it. I sat high up with the pillows looking over at the aged man before dragging the sheets back over my legs. "I'm a bit tired but otherwise I feel fine. Loki didn't hurt me just made it hard to recover from what ever he did."

"You know we have fallen to dark times? With you here we hope to gain some light with the Dark Elves reigning down on us with darkness. I know you ar not aware of the credence's that befall us today, but I hope for you to grow with us. Help to fight to keep our universe alive with rays that should light all our worlds." The old man took a deep jagged breath and sat down with me. He seemed tired whether it be from his age, or something else I did not know. It was clear a toll had been taken on him.

"Dark Elves? Are you at war? I mean honestly what good could I do?" I questioned nervously, I was a self proclaimed weakling, and lack luster on the shelf of helpfulness in my own eyes. I was no warrior so what good was I against one soldier let alone an army I wondered.

Odin straightened his back looking to me a spark in his eyes. Of what, hope? He was mad if he saw hope for salvation with me as his savior. I would toss the white flag at the first chance given.

A smile grew on his withered face as he started to speak but stopped obviously rethinking what he was about to say. He grabbed my hands gently in his own when he was ready like a silent plea from his heart. "Your blood can awaken an ancient army that even your father would not dare tto disturb their slumber for his own plight. He did not hold the key to waken them being a man but you can. Your blood is pure a woman's strength. I beg you as my final wish to awaken your sleeping kin, the Elders of Stone long enough to bring down Malekith's army. Once they are gone you can choose to do as you please whether you stay here with my son or go back to Midgard to continue your path of destruction for eternity." He held tight to my hands a slight shake in his own as I thought over his favor from me.

"If I wake these elders who's to say they will not retaliate for what you have done.?" His eye met mine as he reached to lift his patch.

Moments after he lifted it I was standing on a glass type path with him tall beings with black, white and golden feathers. They all seemed congregated around us none angry just saddened. I was about speak when Odin did. "My enemies, my allies, we stand here today with one true foe. We must protect the light and our realms. Though your great realm has fallen for one mistake of a selfish ruler. We must fight for the last of your kind and the world which vowed to protect her. Are you with me?" The creatures around us burst into a rallying cry as many lifted weapons.

The vision passed and I sat with Odin again on Thor's bed "Do you believe me?" He asked.

"Can I sleep on it?" I responded yawning falsely. He nodded his head and stood leaving me, but not alone. Thor had arrived sometime during the vision and he too appeared tired. More than I was due to faking on my part.

Once Odin was gone Thor closed the doors and started to remove clothing until he stood just in a tight set of black boxers. Though they had a steal groin piece they were boxers none the less. I had half expected a loin cloth but to my dismay I found myself flushed just as much. "Are we really sleeping in the same bed." I blushed sliding below the sheets to hide.

"Yes. I will not harm you I promise." He stated climbing in close to me. I crawled away a bit only to be drawn back in by one strong arm. "You will learn to enjoy my company" He added as I closed my eyes never feeling the depths of my dreams consume me.

CJESTER:That's it for the first chapter tell me what you think. All chapters will be this long if not longer. I may not be able to post every week but I will be trying to.