DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF THOR, MARVEL OR ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT MY OC AND A FEW OTHERS. THE REST TRULY BELONG TO MYTHOLOGY THAT'S BEEN IN PLACE FOR HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF YEARS.
On a different note, there are somethings the reader should be aware of before reading.
1:: I've done my research extensivly in order to really bring this story to life. Also, I've done the math and for this story, the years are as follows. For every 1 year in Asgard, 42 pass on Earth. So when years of age are referenced, it is refered to however many years have passed on Midgard since 965 AD when the story starts. THOR IS OLDER THAN LOKI BY A LITTLE OVER A YEAR.
2:: I will be posting two Loki stories. This version will be a lighter version of Thor with a few twists thrown into the mix. It came to me before I saw 'The Avengers' so by the time I went and saw the movie a little over a week ago, this story was already panned out, detailed and done so it will end when 'Thor' ends with an epilogue or so. The characters may be slightly OOC at times but because it's a lighter version, PLEASE NO FLAMES TELLING ME SO BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW!. There are some parts that come from the deleted scenes so fair warning, if your wondering about some parts that wern't part of the movie or were moved around a bit, it's from them. I'm sure they can be viewed via Youtube if you don't have to blueray because unfortunatly, the dvd doesn't include the scenes which I think sucks.
3:: The second Loki story will be a much darker story with a completely different OC and a definate sequel with 'The Avengers'.
4:: Parts of this story was inspired by the series, Game of Thrones, that I'm currently reading. I got sucked into the series from book one so there are some things that may be stemmed from there, but it's really only terms.
5: I warn you now, I've tried very hard to not use direct lines from the movie, instead parphrasing but because the Asgardians speak with a very sophisticated tone, there are some direct lines. There are also some that I thought would be best if they stayed as they were.
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965 AD Midgard Years
"Thousands of years ago, mankind believed that they were being watched over by Gods. Some they worshiped for protection, others they knew to fear. Of those to be feared were the Frost Giants from the cold world of Jotunheim, who sought to turn the realm of Midgard into the new Ice Age. But we of Asgard, stood by on the side of good against the side of evil. Our armed forces were able to force the Jotun's back to their own world where they were finally defeated. Many lives were lost that day as the battle ended and we took from them the Casket of Ancient Winters, the main source of the Frost Giants power. With the last of the Great Wars' won, we returned home to the Realm Eternal."
1469 AD
Odin led his young son's through the Relic's Vault and showed them the Casket. A rectangular stone struture with a glowing blue center sat on a small pedestal. Odin gazed upon it as he had done so many times before with his one eye, the other he sacrificed to the Spring of Mimir during the war. Located beneath the world of Jotunheim, it contained the waters of wisdom and understanding which could be granted for a price. It was with the newly gained knowledge that Odin was able to degeat the Frost Giants and protect the Nine Realms from their attacks.
"Over the course of many years, we have fallen into the legends and myth of mankind. But hope still remains in the hearts of those who still believe that when needed, the Asgardians will come again and defend the peace they've fought to be kept." He turned to look at his two young sons who were no older than twelve and thirteen years of age, by Midgardian standards. "But, one day in the future there will come a time where one of you will have to step up and defend that peace."
A young Loki looked to his Father.
"And do the Frost Giant's still live, Father?" He asked, but he knew the answers from his studies.
"They won't be alive forever because when I'm king, I'm going to hunt every single last one of them down and destroy them all." Young Thor said with triumph, making fighting moves with an invisible weapon against an invisible opponent. "Just as you once did, Father."
"But a wise King never seeks out war, yet he must always be ready for it at a moment's notice."
Heading out of the chamber, both Loki and Odin followed after him, clutching his hands.
"We're ready for it, Father." They said together as Odin smiled down at them both.
"While only one of you can ascend to the throne, you were both born to be Kings at some time. Now, come now, my sons. I wish to show you something more grand." Odin held his young sons' hands as he brought them to a seperate hall where the walls were lined with various types of armor and weapons. "Do you know where we are?"
Loki looked from the weapons to the armor before answering his father.
"Yes, Father. We're in the Hall of the Valkyreira. This is where Astarte comes every day to learn and train, isn't it?"
Odin smiled warmley at his youngest who had always been good at keeping up with his studies.
"Yes, my son. Come." He led them through the hallway out to the Courtyard where Astarte was training with the other Valkyrie trainee's.
She held a rusted and dull sword as she blocked and stuck blows at her opponent. She sparred with her mentor and caretaker, Herja. A retired Valkyrie who trained young girls to fight and die with honor and teach them the duties that were expected of a Valkyrie. When Herja caught the sight of Odin, Loki and Thor, she stopped everything and knelt.
"Ah, my lord and the young princes. It's a true honor for us to have you observe our training." Astarte had followed her teachers gesture and bowed to her king and his heirs with her right arm across her chest in the proper slaute.
Her pale blue eyes fell to the ground as a small rim of sweat began to form beneath her ebony hair. Enough to tell that she'd been training hard but not enough to make her seem gross.
"Ah Herja, please let us not be distractions to your training, rise ladies. Astarte, shall we expect you for dinner this evening?"
The young brunette stood and answered her king's question.
"It would be a great honor, my King, to be present at your table this night." She answered so formally that Odin had to laugh.
"She speaks as though she's lived for more than her 504 years. You've taught her well, Herja." He complimented as Herja bowed again.
"Thank you, my lord. I hope she continues to please you as I have become please with her."
"I'm sure there will be time for that in the future. Astarte, why don't you take a rest from training here and join Thor and Loki in training with his friends. I have the need to speak with Herja in private."
Astarte looked to her mentor who nodded in approval. Smiling greatly, Astarte hung up her sword and took off the old, worn out armor she wore. Thor was the first to greet her as she approached the Prince's.
"C'mon Astarte, I'm sure you can sparr against Sif in training." He took her hand and the three hurridly headed out of the Courtyard to the Warrior's training grounds.
"What would you speak to me of, King Odin?" Herja asked as soon as the three were out of earshot.
"How has Astarte's training faring in your eyes?" He asked as they sat on a nearby stone bench.
"In truth, she has come so far for being only twelve. She trains hard with the other girls and there have been times that she worries me. Ever since Kara and Ullr were slain, I have raised her as my own but it seems that she is constantly training whenever I have my back turned. She has overexerted herself numerous times and there have been times in which she's unconcious for a few days so that her body has a chance to recover."
Odin nodded his head, remembering a time when Thor and Loki wanted her to join them but she was incapacitated. The boys were dissapointed at the news and seemed a little scared for their friend.
"The reason I ask is becasue I have been thinking of her future as a Valkrie. Their numbers are too few now and if something isn't done then there may not be others. How many girls are in your care now, Herja?"
"Six, my lord. We are ever so slowly getting a few more girls every few years and I train them until they come of age at sixteen." She answered.
"The matter I am about to speak to you about must not pass your by lips unless I say otherwise. I am planning on wedding Astarte to one of my sons. I am not sure who yet but in order to keep the bloodlines strong on both sides, it must be done."
Herja's heart dropped a bit at the news but knew it had to be done for the good of the kingdom and for Asgard. There was a part of her heart that wished for Astarte to find love on her own and marry when she felt was ready, though it was not uncommon for many marriages to be arranged.
"I understand. Astarte will make a fine bride to whomsoever she marries. But when will you tell her?"
"It won't be for a few more years when she comes of age to her true duties as a Valkrie and even then I'm not sure then would be the time. But for now, continue to train her and the other girls you have in your care and lead them into the life of a Valkrie. I'm sure those in Valhalla will welcome the help of these fine young girls."
"I will, sir. Forgive me, my lord, but I must ask your leave. I am needed in Valhalla to prepare for the four souls being brought to us."
"Granted, of course. Just as well, as I should see to the boys now."
Herja bowed once more to Odin before leaving the courtyard as Odin made his way to the opposite direction.
A few points to make here. There are still Valkyrie around but they are old in age and unable to go into battle as they once did. Instead they help care for those in Valhalla and still fly to Midgard to choose the souls of those killed. Also, as I said I have done my research of Norse mythology and it's figures so I'm trying to be as accurate as possible with the facts. Odin did sacrifice an eye to Mimir, but it wasn't during a war. But at the beginning of the movie, he had both eyes and when he defeated Laufey, he lost one. So I just placed in the Mimir fact as I thought it would be approporiate since Mimir is located beneath Jotunheim. Nice coincidence, eh?