Author's Note:
I am finally back! It has been a couple of years since I last posted anything here, so bear with me. I also warn, that I am in no mood to be 100% historically, mythologically, and cinematographically accurate, this is, after all, a fan fiction. with that in mind, I hope you enjoy this new concotion.
The party bored her. The pianist was an old man as blind as a bat. She was impressed he even saw the grand piano in front of him. The host was a leech. Always trying to lure her into some private corner to do gods know what. She sighed as she watched the dance floor from her perch by the bar. She would have loved to dance, but as the host's date (and main attraction, by the clothes he gave her to wear) she was entitled only to the main dance with said host, and that had been a disaster, for her dignity and her toes.
"Here you go, miss. Might want to slow down, though." The bartender who had been supplying her patience, no, her drinks, handed her a tall glass of champagne with a dark cherry sunk to its depths.
"Thank you, Fred." She ignored his advice, suppressing a scoff. Taking a drink, she recapitulated how she had gotten here.
*flashback*
She woke up with the stench. Apparently, she had fallen in an alley of sorts. Standing and taking in her surroundings, she noticed the pattern on the floor from the Bifrost. She didn't know who the gatekeeper of the Bifrost was, but whoever it was, he/she/it would be seething, as she had managed to pass through under a spell, and not their consent. Not that it was her choice.
Looking down on herself, she decided to conceal her true form. If this was indeed Midgard, she would want to remain hidden. The little performance that was second nature to her seemed to exhaust her, and she stumbled.
'Careful with that, then…' she thought to herself, but one look over her form had her satisfied. Long sleeves and pants covered most of her skin.
She started walking towards the noise of the streets, grateful for her vast library back home where she could study the worlds.
'Home?' she laughed bitterly. 'Why would home banish me to this puny world?'
Given, she wasn't a saint, but honestly no one was back where she came from. To survive, you had to be ruthless, cold, unforgiving. Basically, kill who is in your way, or get killed. She had been stupid enough to let herself fall in lo—no. she wouldn't say it. The monster she had learned to live with (yes, that's better) had used her as an excuse to rise to the throne. Then, had simply thrown her to the dungeons. When she finally woke up in the stinking, wet hole with many prisoners pressed against the wall in fear of her, her anger had flared. Literally. All the prisoners were turned to ash in a flash of blinding white light, and the iron gate had melted. She had done a perfect job of concealing who she was, but now was time for revenge. Transforming herself to her true form, she searched the halls of the king's castle (Her castle) burning, choking, breaking bones, killing everyone she encountered, and when she finally saw the man she had married sitting on her throne, she wasted no words with him. Taking a mere second to appreciate the panic in his dark eyes, she opened her jaws wide and swallowed him whole.
What happened next was a blur. She felt a searing pain in her stomach, forcibly transporting her to Midgard. When she woke up, she knew exactly what had happened. A simple projection had fooled her. A simple projection, carrying a banishment potion. She had no way of going back, at least not without the Allfather's help. And she was sure the bastard she had tried to swallow had made sure he couldn't see her.
So, to try and calm down, she had decided to learn where she was, and find a way to live until she could gather information on how to return. Tactics were never her strong, but she was by no means ignorant to the point of panicking.
After a few hours of walking around she got bored with the night and sat on a bench by a park. She eyed the homeless gathered around a fire, eyeing her. The cold never bothered her. She half scoffed, half laughed.
Nothing could bother a Lohikäärme.
Nothing could bother a Dragon of Helheim.
*end of flashback*
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