Well I got kind of bored and this is what was born. I hope you enjoy. And thank you so much to my friend, Becka. You're amazing! Thanks for your support!
"Sir," A man entered an office shrouded in darkness. This man's voice had a hint of success in it, which made his boss very interested. "We've found the Asgardian."
In the midst of the darkness a chair was forcefully turned around and a white smile is the only thing showing in the black. "Good." Deep with secrets, this man sounded of.
"Should we peruse?"
"Keep your distance. But when the timing is right I want you to enter the scene." A folder was passed to the boss. He opened it and proceeded to look through the documents. Nodding and saying how much of a good find it was. "We need this. We need at least one on our side. For us to fight a god would not be the best path to take. What if Loki ever shows up again? It took all of our Avengers to take him down before." His smile widened. "But, if we have one Asgardian that's wrapped around our fingers we won't need to call on Thor." He laughed. "One god in storage and the other on the ground, on earth with us." The other man nodded in agreement.
"I'll go warn the others of the plan commencing."
"Good luck, Coulson."
Coulson walked out the door and shut it behind him. He walked up to the two in front of him. These two men were wearing black ties and suits. One was a little taller than the other, had dark brown hair and wore glasses. The other had many freckles and had short curly blonde hair.
"You remember the plan we discussed earlier?" Coulson asked and they nodded. "It's starting." They nodded again and walked down the hall a few steps before Coulson called after them. "And remember S.H.E.I.L.D. is to come in after to save the day." Their response was just another nod.
Little was known of the two blue-green eyes watching from afar. His plan to stay away would be crumbled in an instant.
X~~X
The dark surging clouds swirling around in the blacked sky gave an eerie feeling to the morning. I knew that the day wasn't going to be great. I breathed deep and looked down at the approaching crowd. Another boring day that was a waste of my time. I yawned and dared the crowd, navigating through. When I came out on the other side I could see the buildings that I spend eight hours of five days, each week, for a hundred and some odd days, in. I groaned when I heard the signal to get to the first room, where my 'great' day would begin.
As soon as I walked into the room, warm air wrapped around me and I wished I was at home so I could sleep. I stayed up until three o'clock in the morning, doing (guess what) homework. I walked towards the back of the room. I looked over at the girls fawning over the teacher. Sitting down I turned to my friend, Chris.
"Why the preps over there?" I nodded towards the group. Chris snorted.
"Sub." Was all he could get in before another ring of the bell signaled the teacher to stand up. I didn't look his direction but I heard a squeal coming from the girl next to me. I looked at her and her cheeks where red but her eyes were not on me. They were turned to the front however, I had no desire to look that direction. The substitute teacher spoke in a deep smooth voice, telling everyone to sit down. Subs were always the same; dull, boring and annoying. 'This is my chance! I'm sure we're watching a movie. I can get some rest.' I sighed a relief when the teacher turned off the lights. The front white board lit in colors of blue as it loaded the movie. I looked over at Chris and whispered. "Wake me when it's over." He nodded and soon the dream world cascaded over me.
X~~X
I could feel something was tugging at my hair but all I did was groan in return. Another tug, this time harder, and I swatted at whatever was messing with me.
"Miss Reynolds." That wasn't a question but an irritated statement. "Miss Reynolds!"
"Hm?" I responded annoyed.
"Miss Reynolds, what time do you plan on waking up?" I heard his voice, clear and deep. I groaned, rolling my head over to see a tall male standing before me. I blinked a couple of times before my vision cleared. Then I blinked in confusion. Not believing that this person was standing before me. He wore a white button up shirt with a dark green tie. His pants were black slacks and I couldn't see his shoes, but I betted that they were loafers.
"You're not," Then it hit me, "Oh, you're the sub aren't you?" He walked away from me and I heard a chair dragging across the floor. I took in my surroundings then. There were two desks, pushed together in the middle of the room, which my head was laying on. There was a fridge in the far corner of the room with a sink that had a microwave and a coffee maker. "This isn't the classroom." I said and he didn't answer. I didn't really think I'd get an answer but it's natural to explain, which he didn't. Lifting me head up I looked across from my seat. He was staring at me and this was the first time I truly looked at him.
His skin was pale white, his hair was pitch black, and when he turned I could see that it was tied back in a ponytail with a small, thin, dark green ribbon. His eyes weren't on me but they were still piercing. They were green, dark or light? It was hard to tell because they were switching every chance they got. Then they turned toward me and jumped a little. I could see what the girls were squealing about.
"So…" I couldn't find my voice. With his eyes on me it was hard to talk but I pushed on, "where am I?"
He didn't answer at first. He let a silence float around us. And he broke it suddenly. "You would not wake up and I had a new set of children coming in. I put you in here."
My eyes widened in panic. "This is the teacher's lounge!" My head shot up. "Wait, what time is it?!"
Again he didn't answer me. It was as if he wanted to test my nerves and it was working. I surveyed for a clock but was disappointed because I couldn't find one. And this morning I forgot my phone on my dresser. I heard the screech of the chair and swirled my head towards the teacher. He rose from the chair and walked over to the door. Grabbing the handle he opened it. "I believe an hour has pasted since the last bell."
"What?!" I jumped up pushing the chair back. He didn't move, he just stared at my every move. "My parents are gonna chew my ass out!" I frantically grabbed my backpack. Walking towards him I pushed past him through the door and out to the front of the school before I realized I had no ride home. "Shit! I didn't think this through." And I really didn't want to walk home; it was around ten or eleven miles away. I had no choice, I'd have to call them-Shit! No phone either-
"Come on." I heard a stern voice. Turning around I saw the sub.
"What?"
He walked up to me waving me to follow him. I looked at him bewildered. "You can join me or, if you prefer, become an icicle. He kept walking without turning back. Within a second I felt the cold of winter coming at me with a devastating wind. Another second pasted before I sighed in frustration and strode after him. I caught up to him and he stopped in front of a gleaming black car. Unlocking it he and threw his jacket in the back seat then opened the passenger door. He gestured for me to go in but all I could do was stare. Disbelief washed over me. Who are you? It felt strange to have him do this and I didn't know how to react.
"Please, if you will." He said, adding a forced smile. It seemed as if he was really unhappy with me but I hopped into the car. He shut the door and walked around. It is a lot warmer in here. The door opened and he jumped in.
"Oh…um…my house is down that way." I said, pointing at the north road. I dared a glance over at him and his face was hard. "You r-really d-don't have to d-o this. It about twelve miles away from here." To the least of my surprise I was met with silence as he turned the car on. We pulled out of the school parking lot and drove north. There was a deafening silence as I watched the lines zip past the car. Well, this is extremely awkward. I decided to risk it.
"You know," I waited a second to see if he'd bite, when he didn't I continued. "I don't know your name. Even your last name." He said nothing, again. I let out a frustrated sigh. Clearly I'm not going to be able to talk to him.
A few minutes went by I looked over at him. He had untied his hair and it flowed down hugging at his shoulders with such grace that didn't follow the anger in his eyes, which quickly noticed I was staring at him. I removed my eyes as fast as I could. I hoped he didn't think anything of it but I knew he did, which made me feel a heat coming to my cheeks.
The car flew past a familiar house. "Oh, you need to turn right at the next turn. Then you keep going to the last house."
He turned on his blinker and turned right. Soon I just watched the yellow and white lines disappear beneath the car. One after…the…other. How could I let myself sleep all day?! I normally am such a light sleeper! Mom and Dad are going to be extremely pissed. I looked down at my hands. What am I going to do? They said that if I didn't make it home on time this whole week they would take my videogames away. God, I'm seventeen and they still baby me! What do I have to do to show them I'm not a child anymore! I didn't even do anything to deserve this punishment- I was forced out of my thoughts when the car came to a stop. Looking up I saw my house standing in front of me and the sky had gotten darker, because winter made the sun sleep earlier, making my house look dead with a gloomy feel.
It was two stories. A darker shade of white, due to the weather and sun damage. There were six bedrooms on the second story and everything else was on the first. We had a long rocky drive way that gave to a water fountain and stairs leading up to the front door. My mother loved flower gardens which is why they were all over in our yards and my father loved tennis which is why there was a big tennis court in the front yard too.
I released a breath knowing the inevitable that was bound to come. Opening the car door, I looked back at the male. "Thank you." I said, he nodded, and I got out of the car. I looked at the steps leading to my doom and heard the car behind me drive off. Pulling enough strength I walked up the stairs and opened the door. "Mom? Dad? I'm home." I yell, crossing the rooms.
"Where have you been, young lady?!" My mother's honey voice glided through the house.
"Look, Mom, I'm sorry. Really! I fell asleep in my first class and…I kind of…didn't wake up until my substitute teacher woke me up…an hour after school ended." I heard her heels stomping through the house. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I wouldn't wake up." I was in a panic.
"Then who gave you a ride home?"
"The sub."
She walked into my sight. She was wearing an apron, which meant she was cooking dinner. Her arms were on her hips holding her hands together in the front, giving off an attitude that said, "I don't believe you." Her eyes were a dark brown that almost looked black. When I was a kid I sometimes thought she was a demon, especially with her reddish tint in her brown hair. Her hair was curly and it bounced down to her chest. She looked young, 28, though she was maybe a couple years older. She'd never tell me her true birthday.
"I swear." I outlined an x over my heart.
She released a breath. "Okay, fine. I'm not going to deal with this tonight. Just go get cleaned up for dinner. Dad is a little late but he'll be home soon. We're going to have visitors over tonight so also put nice clothes on." She yelled after me as I walked up the stairs.
"What time are we having dinner?" I yelled back.
"Around six."
I threw open my door and dropped everything I held on my bed. My phone vibrated, I picked it up from my dresser and looked at my messages. I whistled. "I was pretty popular today." There wasn't anything important. I closed it, and threw it on my bed. It was five, so I stripped off my school clothes and fitted into a nice black dress. It was a knee length, square top and short sleeve. I then proceed to throw my short chestnut hair into a bun. I looked into the mirror I was using. My eyes were always the most fascinating to me. They were of the lightest green with thin traces of gold. I didn't look like my parents at all. I was different and always felt so.
"Emilia!" I heard my mother call.
"Yes?" I called back.
"Come help me, sweetheart."
I walked down stairs and into the kitchen. She was bent over the stove and it smelled delicious. "What are you making?" I asked and she spun around.
She smiled. "My famous raviolis."
"Really?!" I loved the raviolis my mother makes. They'd been pasted down from generation to generation. "Who are we impressing tonight?" I leaned against the fridge.
"You're father's two new bosses."
I nodded in understanding.
"Can you get the muffins out when the oven goes off, I need to go freshen up before they arrive."
I nodded again. She unties her apron and sets it on the counter. "Thank you, sweetie." She said, walking past me.
I sat down and stared at the oven. Bake. Bake. Bake. I kept saying in my head. But it's like they always said, a watched pot never boils. Though it will eventually because the water would never be able to stand such a heat and not boil. Standing up I walked over to our "fine" china. I knew the dishes my mom would like on the table. I grabbed the white plates with light blue, dark blue and green swirls that followed the plates outline. I headed towards the dining room to set the plates down.
One plate for Mom. One for Dad. One for me. And two for the bosses. I set them all down. Our dining room wasn't too fancy. We had a long oval cherry red wood table in the middle of the room with six large chairs tucked in neatly. There was a low hanging light that hung towards the middle of the table. We had a wine cupboard on the right side as you walked in. It was quite a big collection. My parents loved their wine. I went over to a cupboard on the left side of the room and opened a drawer below it. I reached in and grabbed out five shiny silver forks. They seemed dusty so I rinsed them off in the sink and returned to the table. Next I put out napkins, the ones made of fabric, because my mother needed everything perfect. They were of a dark green and I placed them on top of the plates, as if we were a restaurant.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The muffins were done. I ran in, put on the oven mitts and pulled out the muffins.
"Emilia? Lizzy?" I heard my father's voice, strong and confident.
"Dad, I'm in here." I called as I set the muffins on the stove to cool. I turned around and he came through the door. His hair was short and dark brown, he was thin but tall, he eyes he bore were of a dark blue and his skin was a tanned white. "Well, you're home a little earlier than I expected."
"Well, when everyone agrees with the concepts you bring up in a meeting, it's pretty easy to get out of there quickly." He took a few steps towards me and wrapped his arms around me in a big hug. When he pulled away I saw four eyes staring at me. "Oh, right." He turned to face them. "Emilia this is John and this is Henry. My new bosses." He said. I shook their hands to be polite. But something about them didn't sit well with me. "Where's your mom?"
"Upstairs, Dad."
"Thanks." He looked at the others. "Will you excuse me for just a sec?" When they nodded he pushed past them and ran up the steps.
"So," I started, "are you both new on this job or…" It was hard to explain what my father did. One reason could be that he never talked about it and I never asked. I just never found that it would be interesting.
They both shook their heads. "No," John said. He wore glasses and had dark brown hair that was slicked back. He wore a black suit with a black tie and his comrade wore the same thing. Though he was a tad bit shorter than him and he didn't wear glasses but had lots of freckles on his cheeks. Henry's hair was a mess of blonde curls that was short. It never went past his ears. "We both transferred here for the same district." John finished.
"Oh." Was all I could say.
"Emilia, how old are you?" Henry asked.
This caught me off guard. My breath stopped. What a weird question. This isn't normal to ask. But I answered anyhow. "I'm seventeen, sir." Both John and Henry turned to each other. It looked like they were communicating but why for, I do not know. It was strange and they made me uncomfortable. I was relieved when I heard my father and mother come in around the corner.
"John, Henry, this is my wife Elizabeth."
"Please, just call me Liz." She said, shaking their hands.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." John said.
"Well let's get dinner started." My father jumped for food.
"Honey, calm down. It'll be done in a few minutes. Why don't you go into the dining room and open the wine. Talk a little." My mother kissed him on the head and walked over to the cooling muffins. She placed them off the stove and worked on the raviolis that were boiling. John and Henry disappeared with my father.
"Mom, I'm going to go upstairs for just one sec."
"Okay, but be quick."
"Yes, ma'am." I ran up the steps and walked into my room. I knew that everyone was going to talk well after dinner. And by my parents' rules I can't leave the table unless it's an emergency. But either way I'd have to go back and sit with them again. But my parents didn't care if I brought something with me to the table and afterwards had that. They just wanted me present; they didn't care what I did. Where's my book?
My thoughts were shattered with a scream. High and ear piercing. It was my mother's.
"Liz!" My father's voice was in great panic. Then I heard a gunshot and another scream. My eyes widened. What's going on?! I ran as fast as I could down the steps and into the kitchen. I wished I'd never seen the scene. And I'd never wish it upon someone else.
My mother lay on the ground with her neck turned all the way around, the bones pressing against her skin trying to break free of their containment. Her eyes were rolled back into her head creating white orbs and her mouth was spilling with a red liquid. My father lay on the ground with a pool of deep red forming around him. A hand-his hand- was over his chest and dipped in blood. His head rolled over to me. His eyes pleading with me to run. But I couldn't. My feet were firmly planted on the ground. I couldn't move and these men were coming closer.
My breath became quick and I looked frantically back and forth between them. What do I do? My vision was becoming a blur with tears I didn't even feel on the rise. I needed to move but my feet-
I looked down at my feet and collapsed. They're gone. I still couldn't quite comprehend what had happened. My hands found m y head and I shuttered. What's going to happen to me?
"Who are you?" John's voice was threatening and I looked up. There was no one here for miles. So, who was he talking to? I spun on my knees to get a good look.
There was a man standing in the hallway. He was tall and lean and was completely covered in the shadows.
"Henry." John nodded towards the man and Henry pulled out his gun. He aimed it at the man and shot. I quickly covered my ears because of the sound echoing in my house but I kept watching. I looked on the scene in disbelief. The bullet hit its target but the man disappeared, instantly.
"Where-"
There was a sharp crack of breaking bones and I turned around again. Henry was on the ground dead. His neck was bent backwards in a horrible position. The bones created an L shape. His eyes were opened looking straight up towards the ceiling.
"The fuck-" John was cut off when the lights went out and a man popped up behind him. John immediately swung around. The man ducked and greeted him with knife to his chest. I let out a little yelp when I saw John cringe and go limp. The man dropped John's body making it hit the floor with a loud thump and a spurt of blood gushed out. The knife he held was shimmering silver and red. Leaning down he cleaned the blade on John's jacket.
His head turned towards me. "You are truly an idiot." He said with a deep voice. Not angry but frustrated.
"W-who are y-ou?" I asked.
"At the moment it is not important. I need to get you out of here." In two steps he was next to me, picking me up. I saw his face and my breath hitched.
"You- you're-"
"Sh!" He hissed. I stopped my stuttering and looked around. Squeezing my arm he pushed me forward. "We need to go now. Get out the front door." His voice was next to my face and I felt his breath touching me ear. I nodded, not wanting to make him mad.
Once we were outside he looked up at the sky. "Heimdall." He commanded then looked down at me. "It would be suggested that you hold on to me."
"Why?" I looked at him quizzically.
A colorful light shot down from the sky around us and I threw myself at him, scared of this unknown matter. I thought I heard a laugh but I wasn't sure. It went all too fast and soon we were heading into the sky. I yelped a little as we went out of the atmosphere and into the deep, dark space. For a minute I held my breath, unsure of the air surrounding me. But soon I had to breathe and I realized I could! I was now curious and looked up and down, around the light engulfing us. It must keep oxygen in this little…confined space. But how?
Space was dark but in the distance I could see the glimmers of stars burning. I was now extremely fascinated with all of this. I didn't even have a care in the world as to where we were going or who this person was. This was just a fun adventure. Most likely a dream that I'd wake up from. I bet I'm still back at school waiting to be woken up. I was pushed forwards a little bit and I felt something underneath my feet. My feet stumbled a little bit and I looked around.
It was a large dome made of what looked to be gold. Designs patterned the walls. I looked towards the middle of the dome to find stairs leading up to a smaller dome. There was a man standing over it, holding a sword hilt. It too seemed of gold and the man standing over it was also gleamed in gold. His helmet was wide and shot up into the air. He wore armor that swirled in colors of gold. The chocolate of his skin was a perfect contrast to the gold everywhere. He looked as if he were God sitting in the sun. I blinked and noticed he was looking straight at me.
"Thank you, Heimdall." The other man said. Heimdall nodded and I turned back to him. "Come." He said, pulling me with him.
We walked out of the dome and onto a bridge. It too was made of many colors working together to create something so wonderful. I didn't quite understand how this even matched the laws of science or physics! It was unfathomable! But still I was there, walking on that bridge with golden stability cables rising high above me. This has to be a dream. No place on earth is like this! Plus, how we came here was unlikely. This is a dream. Which means that Mom and Dad are alive! I jumped with excitement for when I would awoke.
There, just a few feet from us I saw three horses. There was a man atop of one. He was big built. I could see that he was wearing a red cape behind him and he was the one holding onto the other horses. We walked up to this man. He had bright golden locks that also fell to his shoulders. His shirt was of metal- Why is everyone wearing armor? -the metal was of a darker silver color.
"I was told of where you escaped to." His voice was strong and bold.
"I did not escape." The dark haired man hissed. "Mother was the one to let me go." I spun to him and back at the other. Brothers? How?
"Though Mother did let you go, you need to tell me. For I am to look after you and if you were to escape-"
"What?!" He was angry now. "You would kill me?" He flashed a devious smile towards his brother. "I have died once already. I do not care if I have to repeat it." His voice was threatening, sending shivers down my spine.
"No, I do not wish to kill you. You are my brother; I am just concerned for your safety. There are many people in a line to see your head on a pike."
"Thank you for your devotion but I can do alright on my own, Thor."
My eyes went wide. "What?!" They both turned their attentions to me. "Now I'm sure this has to be a dream. It just has to be." I mumbled.
"Are you alright?" 'Thor' asked.
I looked at him and started laughing. "I have the weirdest mind I know of. To come up with a world like- like this!" I gestured to everything.
"I do not understand." 'Thor' said.
"That is because you are a big mindless oaf." The dark haired man took a step towards me. "She thinks she is in a dream."
"Well, how do you explain this?" I looked at the horses and noticed they had eight legs. How could that even be possible? "How can you?!" I laughed again. The man walking toward me opened his mouth but I held up a finger to stop him. "Oh," I said mocking their voices. "'Miss, I do believe you are on Asgard. This is the rainbow bridge which leads to the Bifrost, which is the connection to-'" I haltered. "Mi-midgard…" I looked around. It couldn't be. Could it? No. "I-it c-can't."
"You have definitely heard of us!" I spun my head towards Thor.
"You can't be…" Then I remembered back to a year ago in New York and what happened there. There was Iron Man, Capitan America, the Hulk, Hawkeye, and Black Widow. People said that two Asgardians came down too. One evil which caused all the fuss, and one good, trying to stop him. One Thor and one… "Loki." I breathed and looked at the dark haired man. I didn't believe anything anyone said to me. My thoughts were just that it was a hoax. Something the internet or T.V. came up with. "You're…Loki…"
"I do believe." He smiled soft and light.
"But…you're supposed to be in…" My eyes frantically ran around the scenery, "Asgard..." I couldn't see straight anymore. What's going on? "I…" I grabbed out to him, "breathe…" I fell forward losing consciousness.
X~~X
My eyes fluttered open looking straight at the ceiling. It was high above me. The bed didn't feel familiar either. Rolling over I felt what I thought was silk. My eyes felt puffy. I must have been crying in my sleep. I saw I was wrapped in green sheets with gold trimmings. Sitting up I looked around the room. It was big. Bigger than anything I'd seen before. Light was coming in from my left where there were seven large, both long and wide, covering that wall. In the middle window there were two doors leading to a balcony. On the wall across from me there was a tall dresser with a long desk next to it. There were two other doors besides the balcony. A small, heavy door to my left and a few feet from my bed. And to the right of me there was a large wooden door. I slid out of the bed. To my surprise I was in a different outfit. It was a light green dress with sleeves that split apart at the elbow and flowed down to my knees. There was a gold belt wrapped around my waist too. I ran a hand through my hair and noticed it was out of the bun. When did this happen? I walked over to the large door and opened it.
It opened to a hall. Dark colors were swirling around the approaching light. A secret battle that has lasted from the beginning of time and will last until the end. This battle that is the most known and most clear. Never will it be tainted and never will it change.
There was someone standing to the side of the opening. It was a girl with long dark brown hair. She wore a silver chest plate with a red type of skirt coming out from the bottom of it and armored boots that were silver outlined with black. Her sword was at her side, sheathed. She brown eyes were on me and I felt uncomfortable.
"Are you hungry?" She asked. I shook my head.
"I'm I still in Asgard?"
She laughed and nodded. "That is a funny thing to ask." She stopped laughing. "I heard that you believe you are crazy."
I nodded. "Wouldn't you?" I leaned out the door more. "If you came from a place where your world has believed in many gods and some have faded to be believed as just mythology. Then one night your family is murdered and you are saved by the God of Mischief. Would you not want to believe it?" My eyes were threatening to break into tears at the mention of my parents. The scene of their deaths etched into my mind.
She looked sad for me so she dropped the subject. "My name is Sif."
"S-Sif."
"You have heard of me?" She seemed pleased.
"Who hasn't? If you know Norse mythology then you know who you are."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Sif was a little confused but brushed it off. "Is there anything else you would like?" She asked.
"Can I walk around?" I really wanted to explore this strange place. If I was in the real Asgard, who knows what wonders I might find. Sif nodded and started walking down the hall. "Sif, um, where can I find shoes?" I didn't want to walk around barefoot. She smiled and came back, walking past me and into the room. Sif walked around the bed to the other side and picked up a pair of flat green shoes. "Thank you." I said and slipped them on then walk out of the room with her. "Where are you taking me?" I asked curiously.
"Well, actually the Allfather wants to see you."
"What?!" I stopped. "Wh-why?" Looking at her I asked, "Why does the Allfather want to see me? I'm not special." My eyes widened. "Is it because I'm a Midgardian on Asgard? Is that not allowed? If it's not I'm sorry. I didn't know. Plus, I didn't come here out of free will. Loki was the one who brought me here without my knowledge-"
"It is alright." Sif calmed me down with a smile. "He just wants to talk to you."
"Okay." I breathed.
X~~X
We reached the throne room within a few minutes and I saw him, the Allfather. Sitting on his golden throne with that staff of his. He was tall like all the Asgardians. Well built, had an eye patch on his right eye, his skin was a pale white and his hair was shoulder length long and snow white. Sif bowed when we walked up to the stairs leading to him. I was too nervous to move. I didn't know what to do; I just stood there, dumbstruck.
"I have been told," He started out. And just like Thor's voice it was loud, strong, powerful and confident. "You are the young Midgardian Loki rescued." I nodded in response. "I am sorry for your loss but I am going to be straight." There was a pause before he continued. "You are going to have to go back to Midgard. You are not supposed to be here." My chest hurt. Thanks. I growled. "We have separate worlds for a reason and to have those worlds collide is something we do not want." Way to be blunt. I glared at him. "It is better for you to think of us as unreachable gods or a fairytale than as friends." I heard footsteps from the side of me and from behind. "Guards take her back to where she belongs. I am truly sorry for your loss but you need to leave." There was a hand on my shoulder and I spun around to see a guard. Sif was up in an instant throwing that guard back.
"Allfather, you did not say such a forcible leave was to be commenced." She said.
"Sif, if I had told you I do not think you would have come."
"And she is right to be so on edge." A soft but stern voice filled the air. I turned my head again to see an elegant lady standing next to the column by the throne. She was wearing a light red gown that reached the floor with gold flakes scattered on the dress. Her hair was gold and put up upon her head with flowers of all colors.
"Frigga?"
"Odin. We need this child to stay."
"I have spoken, she will be returned to Midgard."
"Odin, think logically." She was calm yet forceful. "I need to tell you of her origin."
"What are you prattling about?" Odin was frustrated now.
"I was the one to take Loki out of his imprisonment. He needed to go to Midgard for this child." Frigga gestured to me. I was shocked. What was she saying that she needed to tell Odin of my origin and why did she send Loki to me? I was confused about everything. This still felt like a dream and I thought I was going to wake up any moment.
Frigga continued. "This child is not from Midgard. She is not a Midgardian. Her true parentage is of Iwaldi and Freya."
Odin's eyes widened. "How? That child was lost to us many years ago."
Frigga looked at me. "Best this story be talked behind closed doors, others can spread rumors." Odin nodded and walked down the steps.
"Sif, take her back to the room from where she came." Great! I thought. Now I'm under house arrest.
Sif nodded and the Allfather and his wife disappeared.
"Sif?"
"Yes?"
"Why am I here?" I asked looking her directly into her brown eyes.
"I am not the one who is to tell you."
"Then who is?!"
Sif's face hardened. "Loki." His name came out as if she was drinking poison. I took a moment to ponder what I should do.
"I know this is going to sound like a weird request, or you just won't want to do it because of your past with him, but can you take me to him? To Loki?" I waited a second. "We can get someone else to take me. Thor maybe? It's just…I want to say thank you to him…and I want to know why me?" Because none of you will tell me a reason to why I'm in a different realm. God, that sounded weird. "I know that Odin said to take me back to my room, but I need this. If I wasn't supposed to be here I would have never gotten saved. I would have died that night." It seemed so far away. The death of my…my parents…
Sif stiffened. "Sometimes questions are best left unasked."
"Sif, you don't have to-"
"Come." She walked away and I followed. We walked around a corner and another until we were headed down stairs that ended at a door. Two guards looked at us skeptically but opened the double door. There was a long hallway that had cells on either side. A clear, yellow glowing wall was the only thing keeping them from us. Sif turned towards the first cell on our left. And there he was, sitting on a chair reading. There were stacks of books in the farthest left corner and a small table up in the front left corner.
"So, you came after all." He looked up from his book and smiled at me. "I see you made a new friend." His attention turned to Sif. She tightened her grip on her sword.
"Do not say anything you will regret." She said through clasped teeth.
"I hardly think I have said anything inappropriate." He looked back at his book and turned a page. There was silence for a moment. "Do you like the dress I acquired for you?" He asked. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or sincere. But I looked down at it, suddenly feeling self-conscience. Then I looked back up and his eyes were on me. My cheeks burned and I had to look away for a second. I was greeted with laughter when I did so.
"I-I need you to tell me why?" I turned my head back. His green eyes were piercing into my eyes and his head turned a little to the side, as if he were a confused dog.
"Sweetheart, you are going to have to be a little more specific."
He just called me sweetheart! Did he really just do that? "Why did you save me?"
He laughed. "Is that all you want to ask me?"
I shook my head no.
"Oh," His face darkened. "You were in trouble that is all." He said and went back to his book.
"Don't give me that!"
"I have no idea what you could be referring to." He shrugged his shoulders.
No he was not going to get away from this! I walked up to the yellow glow. "You don't get to just tell me," I mocked his voice, "'oh, it's just because you were in trouble. I always save damsels in distress.' You, who practically destroyed New York, without a care in the world for other people's safety would not just save one lone girl from being killed. You would not go to all that trouble, of acting like a stupid substitute teacher unless you wanted to know more about me." I took a moment to breath. "You know, I thought you were supposed to be a good liar. But right now you're doing horribly." I clenched my fists and hit my right hand against the clear wall. "I don't care if you are a god I want a straight answer." He smiled at this. A smile that said he thought I was amusing, that pissed me off even more. "You better knock that smug look off your face or I swear I'll do it for you!" I hissed the threat. He closed his book, set it down on the chair and walked over to me.
"Why should I listen to the likes of you?" He gazed at me.
"Because I know deep down there was a reason you helped me."
He shrugged. "Who knows, maybe you are going to be my new pawn."
"What I got from this situation is that your mother-"
"She's not my mother!" He hit the wall with his fist. Loki was furious but I didn't care. I pushed on.
"Frigga freed you to come for me. I just want to know why? Right about now I don't care for you family squabble."
"You should watch your tongue-"
"Or what?" I laughed. "You'll kill me? I don't think you would."
"You do not know me well enough-"
"Oh, but I do, Loki. Son of Laufey, adopted by Odin. Raised in the shadow of your brother, Thor. You want to rule. But sitting in a throne doesn't suit you well-"
"And how would you know!" He almost screamed and my eyes darted from his.
I breathed, trying not to break my stance. I would not back down. He needed to know I was not beneath him. I quietly started. "I'm sorry, I don't care about that right now and I didn't mean to bring it up. You just…" I took in a deeper breath. "Loki," I looked back up into his eyes. "Just remember, even though you're adopted you still have a family…"
There was a silence of both of us staring at each other. Loki finally let out a breath. "Leave." He said and turned his back to me.
"But I want to know-"
"I said LEAVE!" He spun around hitting the wall with full force that I stumbled backwards. Sif grabbed my arm to lead me away and I relentlessly followed. But I never took my eyes off of Loki until the guards shut the door to the prison cells.
"I am sorry for his behavior." Sif said.
I shook my head. "No, it's alright. I kind of figured he would act like that."
"Do not let Loki get to you. That is what he does. He is a silver tongue." All I could do was nod in response.
X~~X
After I talked to Loki, I wanted to be alone. Sif took me back to 'my room.' She said she'd be back to see if I'd attend the evening meal. But in the mean time I sat on the bed, my thoughts all swirling about. I didn't know what to think and I didn't know where to begin. It was starting to become complicated.
I'm Emilia Reynolds. I was born in the United States of America on April 10, 1996. My parents are Elizabeth and Derik Reynolds. I let out a frustrated growl. That seems to not be true now! They're dead and I don't know if they're my real parents. Frigga says that they aren't. But I just…don't know who to believe... My hands were at my face covering my eyes as I filled them with sorrowful water. My whole body shuttered as I cried the tears I meant to cry before. The image of my parent's mutilated bodies came to my mind. It made me cry even more; out of being frustrated that I couldn't save them, out of being sad they were killed in brutal ways, and out of being scared at what would happen to me. After a few minutes I got up from the bed and went to the windows. I opened the double doors to the balcony and walked outside. Asgard was really beautiful. Full of color and life. Earth was nothing like this. Earth was more of a dark world. A lesser version of Asgard. Sif said there was only one person who would tell me any answers…and that's Loki. But I can't go near him at the moment… I hit the railing. I shouldn't have made him mad! I was so frustrated and sad, it just didn't make sense. I walked back into the room and flopped back on the bed. I soon found sleep drifting over me. Why am I so tired? The dream realm engulfed me.
X~~X
A knocking at the door pulled me out of a deep sleep and I hurried to get up but found my footing lost. "Hang on." I called. I jumped up and walked over to the door. Opening it I found a familiar face. Grinning from ear to ear.
"Ma'am." He said and bowed. This made me blush because I've never had anyone bow for me before.
"Th-Thor?" I stumbled. He was wearing a dark blue long cloak around him and some of his hair was pulled back.
"Sif is preoccupied at the moment. Her and my mother are discussing issues that are not of our concern at the moment. She asked me to take you to the evening meal." He held out his hand. I looked at it with an uneasy feeling. "Or, if you do not wish to go you do not have to." His hand dropped to his side.
"No, I'll go…it's just…I'm not too hungry."
"That is okay. You can just go for social reasons." I nodded and he ushered me out of the room and down the hallway. The opposite direction from where Sif took me earlier that day. "I shall introduce you to my best men." I didn't say a word. I didn't know how to respond. Thor's father was right, I didn't belong here and I don't see why they kept being so nice to me. Acting as if I was one of them. But I'm not.
Thor pushed open a door and inside there were many people, or Asgardians. They wore all different colors. Varying from whites to blues. They were all tall and well built. Some more than others but they still seemed superhuman. It was unimaginable. I looked upon them as a stranger looks into a window and sees a family laughing and eating. To my surprise I felt like I wanted to join them. Be their kin. Be their friend.
Thor led me to a seat between two men. One skinny with light hair and the other round and darker haired, maybe a little red? Thor gestured to the rounded belly one. "This is Volstagg. And this," He gestured to the fair haired one, "is Fandral." He looked at both of them. "Hogun is with his people right now. We had some trouble in his land and I allowed for him to stay there to help with the rebuilding." Thor looked at me with sad eyes but they quickly changed with hope. "He will come back. He always does." I nodded.
"Who is this pretty little thing?" Fandral asked with a soft voice.
"You need to watch how you speak, Fandral." Thor growled but he just waved him off.
"Where do you hail from?" Fandral asked the question.
"Earth. But I do believe you guys call that realm, Midgard, yes?" I spoke with such confidence that they both looked at me weird.
"Thor-" Volstagg began but then stopped. He spun his head towards him.
Fandral leaned in closer to Thor. "Why is there a Midgardian here, this cannot be yours. We met her when we fought Loki in Midgard. Who is she?" Volstagg leaned closer too. I instinctively leaned in as well. In the hope that I would hear, maybe for once, why I am here.
Thor sighed. "Loki saved her."
Fandral and Volstagg both moved back a little. "He escaped!" They whispered. Thor shook his head.
"No, he was released for a short time. In that time he saved this young lady and brought her back. He is now confined like before." They both relaxed a little.
"Why save some random Midgardian?" Volstagg asked. Thor leaned into his ear and whispered something I could not hear or make out. But Volstagg's eyes widened. He looked from me to Thor in disbelief. Then Fandral wanted to know so Thor told him and he did the same as Volstagg.
"Wait, I want to know why I am here."
"Let us feast!" Someone called. Everyone in the room became louder. And so the evening meal began.
Everyone drank, ate and chatted. It was such fun that I lost myself in everyone's joy. I began to think that I'd always been there. That this was a normal thing that happened on a daily basis. Fandral was surrounded by two girls and drinking happily. Volstagg was drinking more than I'd ever seen and Thor…I looked at him. His eyes were filled with such sadness that I knew he was missing someone. Someone he cared for deeply. I knew that that was what my eyes looked like when my parents came to mind.
Thor didn't look at anyone. He set his cup on the table and stood up. When walking out he squeezed Fandral's shoulder and disappeared. Soon after a minute Sif walked in. She too seemed a little sad. But I didn't push too far. I was just happy she was there.
I began to feel that I had all the partying that I needed so I walked back to 'my room.' But before I opened my door I looked down the hall towards the prison cells. Hesitating I made my decision and walked down the hallway. I came upon the steps and walked down them. The guards looked at me funny.
"Can…I?" I tried to ask. They looked at each other and opened the door. Slowly I walked in, the door shut behind me and I stepped to the left. That was when I saw him. He was lying on a bed this time. His eyes were closed but somehow I knew he wasn't sleeping. I walked up to his cell.
"I-"
"I do not want your sympathy." He cut me off.
I growled. "I wasn't giving you my sympathies I was going to apologize for my behavior. I don't care for you. I just wanted to make our previous meeting not be the last thing I go to bed thinking about-"
"You think about me?" He cooed mockingly.
"Shut up!" I almost yelled. There was silence and I took that as my cue. "I just want to know why I'm here." I stopped to see if he moved but he still had his eyes closed. "You're the only one who will tell me."
He laughed at this. "What makes you think I will tell you?"
"Because no one else will. Sif said that it was only you who could and would tell me of why I'm here."
I was greeted with more laughter. "Oh, do not be so sure of things." One eye opened and landed on me. "I think watching you like this is quiet entertaining." He closed his eye again and laughed.
"This is serious!" I shouted. There was silence again. I sighed, "don't get me wrong, Asgard seems like a wonderful place… it's just… two days ago you all were myth. Gods that were deemed to be false. Created by heathens…by barbarians… You are not supposed to be real. Yet here you stand before me. Everything that I've studied is real." I breathed again. "It's just a lot, and I mean a lot, to take in in one sitting. I mean you could have told me slowly. Waited, even! But I was still in shock of seeing…seeing…" I choked up, "It feels surreal. Too surreal… I just want to…know… please…" I pleaded but I saw he wasn't going to give in. I gave up and turned to walk away.
"You are not of Midgard." He spoke. I spun on my heels and he was still acting as if he were sleeping. "You are not human." This time he sat up and looked at me. "You are of Asgard." He let that sink in.
I'm of Asgard?! How can that be? I don't even remember this place!
"Your parents are Iwaldi, a dwarf, and Freya, the goddess of fertility. You are from this realm. The name you were given in Midgard is not your own. You have been deceived all your life."
"How can that be?! I can't be from here!" I looked at him. "You're a liar! A silver tongue! The God of Lies! Why should I believe you?!"
He shrugged. "Because you wanted the truth. And I do not tell it often. But I will tell it to you and only you." I stepped back a little.
"Why?" It was almost a whisper.
"Because I am yours and you are mine." He stood up and walked towards the wall between us. "Or, will be when I get out of this cage."
"What…what are you talking about?!" I demanded. Loki leaned against the wall and there was a short silence hanging over us. It gripped me tighter than anything I'd ever felt. I needed to know and I was wishing – no I hoped he would tell me.
"When we were little…"
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