AN: Okay, so I realize I haven't been on here in like . . . 4 years? But, I have grown so msuch as a writer and will be dropping my other stories on here. They were awful lol. But this fanfic I've been working on for some time and have it on Wattpad as well.
Third Person POV
March 27th, 1997
In the middle of the night, a woman looking to be in her late thirties walks down the slick sidewalk of Brooklyn. A black cloak is pulled over her shoulders, the hood hiding her face from any passersby. The bottoms of her boots make light tapping sounds against the concrete as the rain pours down around her. In her arms is a newborn babygirl wrapped in thick, warm brown blankets. The rain mixes in with the woman's tears as she climbs the steps to a random house, glancing up at the wooden door before looking back down at the sleeping child in her arms.
"My sweet Karissa, I promise with all my heart that we will meet again one day." The woman coos, warm brown eyes filled with sorrow as she reaches a hand up to knock on the door. She places her child in the baby basket that was held in her other hand, before placing it just a little ways from the door. She closes her eyes, swallowing thickly, before scurrying down the steps before the door can open.
And then, after making sure no cars are coming, she steps into the middle of the street. She tilts her head back, and with a choked voice, murmurs, "Heimdall, please open the Bifrost."
The wind picks up around her, and in a multicolored flash, the woman is being taken back to her home planet, leaving her beloved daughter behind.
Asgard, two days previous
"No, I forbid your child to stay here. She will be a danger to us all." Odin proclaims, voice stern as an icy blue eye lands on the woman before him. In her arms is her newborn child, softly crying from the sudden loudness. The woman swallows, trying to keep herself from shaking as she attempts to comfort her.
"Father, perhaps if you'd-" The youngest son of Odin attempts to intervene, but to no avail.
"Silence, Loki!" Odin rages, sitting up in his throne. "That child's sister was sent to Völva, the same must be for the other. I will not have the child of a Fire Giant in my kingdom."
"Your Majesty, please, please do not take my only other daughter away from me." The woman pleads, eyes watering with tears. The All-Father does not sway. However, his expression softens by only a sliver. He briefly glances at Loki. Odin is being hypocritical, but this is the only way to protect the frail minds of the citizens. If Frigga were here right now, she would attempt to persuade him. Which is exactly the reason he ordered her to stay in their quarters.
"No. That is my final answer. You will have two days to prepare for your journey to Midgard. Guardians have been picked to watch over the child already. Until then, make the most of your moments you have with your child." Odin looks away, giving a wave of his hand. "Loki, Freida, you are both dissmissed."
Freida doesn't attempt to argue anymore. With a deep breath, she walks out of the golden throne room, with Loki following swiftly behind her. Once away from prying eyes, the woman finally lets the tears roll down. Loki, unsure of what to do, speaks softly.
"If it brings any comfort to you, I will attempt to watch over the child once she reaches adolescence." He states, not sure why he is saying these words. Even if they both know the truth. That both of their children are not the daughters of a Fire Giant. But this secret must never be revealed.
Freida gives a soft smile. "I thank you for this, Loki. I fear that my duties will not allow me to visit Midgard."
The god of Mischief offers the tiniest of smiles, emerald eyes gazing at the baby girl who is now laying asleep in Freida's arms. "It is the very least I can do. I cannot allow the Goddess of Hope's daughter to be harmed, now can I?"
The woman laughs at this, a soft sparkle in her warm brown eyes. However, the laughter discontinues when a thought comes to her. The goddess's expression turns serious as she takes a step forward, chocolate hair falling just below her shoulders. "Loki, you must make sure that she does not spot you. It will certainly make her life more difficult if she realizes her true heritage. I beg of you, keep hidden when you are in Midgard."
The prince nods, his pale lips slipping into a firm line. "I swear to it. I will not allow her to spot me."
Freida relaxes, a sad, soft sigh escaping her. "Good. . . . I suppose I shall prepare for the trip to Midgard, then."
Loki looks at her with sympathy in his eyes. "That would be smart. I fear my father will not stand for having Karissa around for any longer than necessary." He pauses, tilting his head. "What of the twin, Maura?"
"Maura.." Freida murmurs. "I fear she has no chance of surviving, unless of course the citizens of the planet deem her strong and worthy enough to live there. If that is the case, then she will not have a happy childhood."
But then again, neither will Karissa. It seems neither of the children's lives will be as planned. One will live as a hero, and the other is destined to be a villain.