Bonds of Magic: Book One
Summary: Lily had always loved the Old Norse stories, any type of mythology really. She was just a woman who had been running for quite a long time, fighting her instincts and who she was. However, when SHIELD brings her in as part of the Avengers, she has no choice but to face her demons.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or anything mentioned in this fic besides my OC, Lily. I picture her as Katie McGrath, just in case you wanted to know.
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Chapter 1:Tokens of Love and Loss
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Ten Years Old
''Lillian! Dear, come out from that dreadful library so that Marissa can get you dressed up for your lunch date with Adam! Lillian!''
The sickly sweet voice rang through the expansive manor, escaping outside to echo around the wide yard. Eventually, the voice, growing fainter and fainter by each yard, reached the forest surrounding the manor. High up in one of the tall oak trees, a little girl was comfortably situated on one of the sturdier branches nearest to the top. Her attention was riveted to an old dusty tome in her lap, thicker than you would expect one her age to be able to read.
Light grey eyes were bright with wonder as her lips curled upwards into an excited smile, excited by the part of the story she was at. However, upon hearing the sickly sweet voice, as faint as it was, she looked up from her book and her smile swiftly turned into a frown. Her grey eyes widened as she realized what time it was and she closed the book gingerly, holding it securely to her chest with one arm as she used the other to quickly scramble down the tree, nimbly weaving in and out through the thick branches.
A few moments later, she dropped off the lowest branch and landed lightly on her feet, dusting the scattered leaves off of her light blue dress. After that, she quickly sprinted through the forest line, heading back to the manor.
''Lillian, dear, put that old stuffy thing away,'' her Mother huffed irritably as she arrived back at the porch, trying to snatch the book from her daughter's hands. However, Lillian merely held onto it tighter, clutching it to her chest protectively.
''Fine, whatever. Just go to Marissa so she can dress you properly! I swear I'm going to burn that thing someday….'' She followed behind Lillian as they moved into the house, murmuring under her breath.
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Sixteen Years Old
''Lily, are you ready yet? ,'' Haylee called out anxiously, knowing they only had a few more minutes left to get to the party. Evan Mills was throwing it at the Mills manor while his parents were off on a business trip, leaving him alone in the house by himself with just the service staff. Both she and Lillian had been invited, as well as a few of the other girls living along the block. Neither of their parents knew about it since both teenagers knew that they would be furious if they caught wind of the party.
However, Lily was clever and devised a plan that would work for this rare occasion. Haylee would stay over at her house the night of the party, using the excuse of assisting her friend with the manor's upkeep while Lily's parents were gone on a business trip along with her own. It was a convenient switch that Lily herself had come up with, calling up a few people who owed her favors and calling them in. None of the service staff around the manor would tell their parents when they got back because they liked both girls, especially Lily.
Essentially, it was a perfect, full proof plan. Haylee expected no less from her best friend, who was insanely smart when she wanted to be.
It was a full out evening party so both girls were dressed to impress. Needing no encouragement to dress up, Haylee was dressed in a strapless wine red gown, falling down to swish around her ankles with a pair of black heels. Lily, however, took quite a bit of pleading and persuading from her friend. It was only after Haylee promised a favor in the future that Lily acquiesced to her pleading. Lily had been in her room for about fifteen minutes, dressing.
''I think so. How do I look, Haylee?''
Hearing her friend's hesitant voice, Haylee turned, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping at the sight that met her eyes.
Lily looked absolutely breath-taking with her floor length, strapless, sweetheart neckline evening gown. It was a beautiful shade of emerald green, causing her light grey eyes to reflect small flecks of green. It outlined her curves, which she so rarely showed, and pooled around her feet, covering them completely, the ends of the fabric holding small intricately sewn golden stars. Her thick, glossy raven hair was pinned to the right of her head, falling down in loose curls over her right shoulder. Small golden rose earrings hung from her ears, glistening in the light of the room.
''Beautiful, Lily, you look beautiful,'' Haylee grinned widely, causing Lily to smile shyly, clutching a small matching green clutch to her chest. Haylee really hoped that the book that her friend was so fond of wasn't in that purse but she knew it most likely was. Lily never went anywhere without it.
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Twenty- One Years Old
''What…What's… happen…. ing… t-to… m...e,'' Lillian, or Lily, as she preferred to be called, groaned out loudly, gasps interrupting her words. The small dirty hotel bathroom around her faded away as she crouched against the wall, her knees inching up to her chest and her hands moving upwards to grip her head tightly, as if the tight grip would relieve the pain. It felt as if her brain was being fried with lightning repeatedly as information, new information that she never remembered before, flashed through her mind.
Names…..
Nari… her younger son… Vali… her older son… faster now, Hela, daughter, Jorgumand, son, Fenrir, son, Sleiphnir, son, Loki… her love….
Faces….
Dark hair… Grey eyes… Her eyes… Bright red eyes… bright emerald green eyes… His eyes…
SIGYN!
A loud gasp, louder than any of the others before it, escaped her throat as she hunched over, gripping her head tightly. Her light grey eyes stared ahead unseeingly, wider than ever. Her heart was beating rapidly. It felt as if someone's icy cold hand reached into her chest and rummaged around before grasping her heart and squeezing it tightly, spreading the ice through her heart and pumping it through her veins, spreading it throughout her body.
Find Him…find him…find him….find him…FIND HIM!
There was another flash of pain that forced Lillian to hunch over further, distantly hearing a loud crack as her spine bent further than what was humanly possible.
Guilt….so much guilt… Panic…..
NO… HIDE… DON'T LET HIM FIND YOU!
Throwing her head back, Lillian felt more than heard a piercing, high-pitched, raw scream tear through her throat as the agony finally overthrew her, forcing her into unconsciousness.