So, this is my first shot at a fanfiction in a great long while. This is merely a prologue and chapter 1 will be a great deal longer than this. This is setting up my story. Please review! Your critiques are welcomed just as much as your compliments. Thanks and I hope you enjoy!
I own nothing in my story, Thor, Loki, Odin, etc. belong to Marvel with the very small exception of Tyrasaga... She is my character! Thanks!
A Gilded Cage of Asgard
I sat silently with my nose buried in the immense volume of Norse mythology. I smiled to myself as I studied the intricately drawn picture of Thor. I loved the story of the gods of old. In fact, my friends said it was an unhealthy obsession. Personally, I didn't know what was so bad about thinking that perhaps it is possible that all these gods may actually be sitting in Asgard as I read these myths. I turned the page and began to reread the story of Loki. He was the mischievous stepbrother of Thor. I smiled seeing the drawing of Loki. The green he wore seemed to stick out just as much as the red his brother wore. And his eyes seemed to gleam straight off the page.
"Tyrasaga, we're closing." I jumped slightly in surprise and smiled. My name meant "god of seeing" in old Norse so I guess one could say it was in my blood to be so attracted to these myths.
"Alright, I want to check this book out if that is alright?" I smiled softly and the librarian took the book from my hand, laughing. She knew that I had checked the book out so many times that I knew it from cover to back. She didn't mind I stood up and lightning caught my eyes outside the library window. I sighed hoping I beat whatever storm was brewing. The librarian scanned my book and I smiled walking out. I lived in a small town in New Mexico. We literally had three stores, a diner and the library. I lived in a small house at the end of town. After my adoptive mother passed away, it was simply me, myself and I. I ran a small shop out of my house selling everything from used books to art depicting Viking Gods and read tarot cards to make a living. I was a solitary soul and considering everything else I was content with my life.
I walked slowly hearing the thunder build and the wind began to pick up. Suddenly, my pupils dilated to the point that the yellowish hazel was gone. I knew what was happening. A vision was coming. I looked up at the sky as my waist length brown hair began to blow around my face. The sky was going crazy. The strangest lightning flashed through the sky. I began to run having to make it to the end of town. Just as I reached the end of town and rounded the corner to my home, a flash of lightning and a tornado-shaped cloud slammed to earth just a few miles from my front door. I stopped as the funnel slammed to Earth. Was this my vision? No, I was seeing this. This had never happened before. I knew my house wasn't far so I ran until I was safely inside. I clutched the book to my chest and knew that perhaps I should consult my cards for some insight to this obvious astrological event since my second sight seemed to fail me.
I walked into the room I kept as my reading room. Without thinking, I simply laid the book on the table as well. I had a steady and faithful clientele so I always made them feel as if this was their home too. I thought I would do a very fast five card reading. I lit some candles and turned the lighting down. I sat at the table and ran my hands over the silk cloth I placed over the table. I breathed in deeply and tried to relax. I began to shuffle the cards around. I shuffled for what seemed like forever, but I stopped when it felt right. I spread the cards out and chose five. I placed the remainder of the cards on a small table off to the side. I began to slowly flip the cards over one by one.
The first card that appeared was the magician. I contemplated that for a moment. This card meant many different things, but I sensed that this was literally a magician. I flipped over the next card and it was the fool. Usually this card indicated the person being read for. I set it down to the right of the magician leaving a space between the two for the next card. I flipped the third card over and it was the Lovers. I smiled softly and thought perhaps this wasn't going to be a bad reading after all. My hopes were soon dashed as I flipped over the next card. The tower gleamed as it crumbled from an inferno that burned within. I felt a sinking feeling in my gut and couldn't help but wonder what this all meant. I placed the card below the other three and as I flipped the final card over the feeling went from a sinking to a total free fall. The world gleamed at me in reverse and I knew that whatever was coming the world hung in the balance of it all. I sighed and leaned back in the chair. I asked aloud, "What is going on here?"
Suddenly, coldness fell upon the room. All the candles suddenly blew out except for one that stood resilient on the table where I sat. The book of Norse mythology unexpectedly flew open and the air grew colder. With each flip of the page my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and astonishment. The book stopped on the picture of Loki. I stared for a moment and then slammed the book shut. I blinked and my heart began to slow. I looked out my window and feared what fate had in store for me.