~ Hotel Helheim ~
By: Monkan
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Themes: Mystery, Thriller, Horror, Drama, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Copyrights: I own nothing; all credit goes to Marvel and the mythology. I don't own any other brands that might be mentioned.
Full Summary: Thor is the only heir to his father's Media Empire. When his parent's suddenly die in a car accident he finds himself at the top, he also finds an old contract that show that his family owns a hotel. To find out what this hotel is - that he have never even heard of - Thor takes his friends on a road trip to find out. But there might be some things in this world that should stay hidden.
A/N: I had planned to make this a longer story but since I have so much I want to write and "Secrets and Ties" are going longer than planned, I'm making this into a four chapter story. It will be intense, fast, and what I always do; unexpected. Enjoy and don't forget to leave me a comment.
Part 1 of 4
~ Prologue ~
Thor sat back with a tired groan. The chair supported his back perfectly, another sign that he and his father had been the same built as him. "Father." he whispered. The thought of his old man still jerked at his heart, but it was understandable. It had only been five days since his parents passed away in a car accident.
They had said good bye before heading out for dinner, Thor had stayed behind to have fun with his friends and they never returned. A truck hit them from the side and they never had a chance. Day one; he had found out about his parents. Day three; he buried them in a ceremony for the closest to the family. Day four; he had taken over his father's media empire. Day five; he missed the old days.
He looked around the wast room and the tidy desk in front of him that he had seen his father work at so many times. Now it was his place.
"It just isn't fair." Thor said to himself before reaching for one of the drawers and the document in there, but he was too rough and pulled it all the way out and spilled the content on the floor. "Damn." and bent down to pick them up.
What had happened was that a envelop with worn corners and old faded script on the front fell out from between the wooden panels.
"What's this?" Thor picked it up and turned it around. He couldn't make out the handwriting because it was the old kind that made his head swim with all the cursive and turns. Turning it to the back he noticed that the wax seal was already open and that just teased him to take a loot. "What's the harm." he said with a shrug.
Dear Brother,
As promised everything have been taken care of and I'm sending you the contract for your safe keeping. This is now your problem. Good luck.
Best Regards
Reynaldo Odinson
"Reynaldo." Thor repeated, testing the name on his lips. "Father didn't have any brothers." The other accompanying paper was the contract that was mentioned in the letter.
"Hotel Helheim." he read the name. "I own a hotel?" he exclaimed surprised. "Why haven't I ever heard of it?" He stared at the papers for a long time before a grin crossed his face and he lifted the phone on the desk. He punched in the number from memory. Waited two signals before the other side answered.
"Fandral? It's me! What are you doing? Nothing? Good! Call the others. We are going out to explore something. A hotel. I just found the contract for it. No. Yes. I know. Call back when you are ready." and he hung up.
He looked at the papers carefully before folding them back in the envelope and putting it in his pocket. "Why would a media empire own a hotel?" he asked himself. His mind already on the adventure of finding out.
"Are we there yet?" asked Volstagg. "I'm hungry."
Fandral leaned forward to look at the map over Sif's shoulder. "We should be there soon." she said.
"What kind of place is this that not even the GPS knows the address?" Volstagg complained.
Thor looked in the rear mirror before returning his attention to the road. "I don't know that's why we are going."
"When we get there it will probably be dark." Sif commented as she checked the time and the road they had back to civilization.
"It's a hotel. We can probably stay over. I'm the owner after all." Thor said confidently.
Hogun snorted. "That is if it isn't ruins. Who knows how old it is and if its still there."
"Don't say that." Thor glared at his friend before Sif burst out happily. "There it is. There's the sign."
They drove by an old wood sign with Hotel Helheim on the front.
"What kind of name is Helheim?" Wondered Sif. "It sounds like hell."
"Maybe it's not that far off." Fandral said as the hotel came into view.
Their first and common thought was that it was old. There were no other word for it. It was so old fashioned that a person in their 90s looked young and cute. But it was not in any bad shape at all. In fact it looked well taken care off and almost inviting. Almost.
Thor parked in front of the double door before shutting off the engine. He looked up at the hotel and didn't know if he was excited or disappointed by what he saw.
"You've got to be kidding me." said Fandral. "It's almost a ghost hotel. I wouldn't be surprised if the rats are as big as the cats."
"Shut up." hissed Sif. Her phobia of vermin and critters showing its face.
To all their surprise the front door opened and out stepped a lean, pale man with dark hair and a ironed suit. He didn't look like a butler but for some strange reason he didn't look out of place either.
Thor, out of courtesy stepped out of the car and nodded to the strange man.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. May I inquire what you are doing here? I wasn't expecting any guests." The man said in a smooth and inviting voice. A small smile playing on his lips.
"Good afternoon." Thor copied, bowing. "My name is Thor Odinson. I'm the new owner."
The man looked and sounded surprised. "You are the owner? You look awfully young to be holding the contract. Not to mention that you are actually here."
Thor pulled out the envelop from his pocket for the man to see. "My father passed away not long ago. I inherited everything upon his death."
The man bowed. "I'm sorry to hear it." when he straightened his back he held out his hand. "May I see the contract to make sure its the real one."
Thor's brow scrunched together. "Sure." he walked over and handed the letter to the man.
The stranger opened it and read both the contract and the letter before folding it back and handing it back to Thor.
"It's the real one. I'm sorry for being so rude, but it's not the first time someone tries to con this hotel." The man smiled. Thor's friends stepped out of the car to stretch their legs and to support Thor.
The man raised a hand to his heart in respect. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself, my name is Loki. Loki Laufeyson. I'm the manager here at Hotel Helheim."
TBC
