Phantasm
by, LadyLoki89


Summary: Takes place before Dark World. After escaping her abusive husband, Anna Marie Solecki, at the request of her old friend Jane Foster, finds a new home for herself and her daughter in the safety of Asgard, the one place she feels confident her husband will never find her. But when she attracts the attention of the trickster god, she wonders if she s truly made things better for herself.

Warnings: violence, sexual content, language. I own nothing from the Thor universe.


Prologue

My breathing still came in heavy pants and my head was spinning. At my feet, a team of nurses
worked away in a hurry while I could hear a tiny voice wailing and screaming, and I caught
glimpses of tiny arms shaking around in their suddenly vast surroundings.

"Lay her on her mother's chest," a nurse said. "You can finish wiping her off there. Let her see
her baby." Before I knew it, they laid her on my chest, and a pair of dark blue eyes looked up at
me while her tiny pink body shivered. The nurses were soon on her again with their cleaning rags,
patting her down and rubbing her body clean, causing her to squawk in protest. "It may look like
we're being rough, but we need her to cry so she'll work everything out of her airway," one of
them explained.

"No, it's okay," I stuttered, smiling down at her. "Oh my god, she's so little!"

"She's perfect." I looked up at my husband, smiling in agreement as he smiled down at her.

"All right, we're going to take her away for just a moment while you get stitched up." They lifted
her off of me and I watched as they carried her to the other end of the room, still screaming and
fussing.

"Can you get my mom?" I asked. I knew she was waiting in the hall impatiently, and I felt the
sudden need for her to be there.

"I think it would be better if our parents came in after the stitches," my husband said in a kind
but firm voice. I frowned and looked to the nurse who smiled at me.

"I'm sure Grandma can't wait to see her grandbaby," she said. "I'll get her for you." Before my
husband could stop her, she was out the door, and moments later my mom was beside me with a big
smile.

"You did it!" she said with a smile, stroking my hair.

"She's over there," I said, nodding my head to where they were weighing and measuring her.

"Oh I'll wait til they're done. I don't want to be in the way," she said, unable to resist the
urge to look over and try to see over the nurses. After a moment, she turned her eyes back on me.
"How are you feeling?"

"Sore," I sighed, trying not to look at the nurses who were giving me stitches. "Tired." She
laughed and nodded.

"Sounds about right." She patted my shoulder and looked again towards the baby. It felt like hours
before they finally brought her back to me, and soon it was just us, my husband stepping outside
to fetch my father and his parents.

I looked down at the little girl in my arms, now sleeping and my mom kissed my cheek. "So," she
asked. "Can you imagine life without her?"

I shook my head with a smile, reaching down and gently taking one of her tiny hands in mine. "No,"
I answered.

Three days later we were on our way home, and I prayed as I left the hospital that this would
really be a new beginning for us.