Sorry about the spelling, I typed a bit too quick and my spellcheck is on the fritz so it refuses to correct them, there is also too many to fix by hand.
Enjoy anyway.
The streets of Asgard is a very dangerous place, especially for Halla Tysonsdóttir, a typical beggar. Many people thought that since she had nothing else in her life to look forward to she should just die and spare her from this pain. So they took it into their own hands. A handful of cuts and scars were scattered around her face where people have decided to put her out of her misery but failed, they covered the muddy face of the girl and made her look like every other beggar, the light blonde hair had been coated in mud and rain and appeared a dirty brown, the only thing to show she was a feminine Asgardian was the bright blue eyes that shined in comparison to anything else.
Halla had no memory of her past life and had always wondered how she got here. She had lived on the streets since she was a small child and had always survived by theft and begging, on many occasions she had been caught and was let free only for the fact she was a child, but now she had to be more careful because she knew she did not have that advantage any more, now that she was an adult she also had the chance to start stealing golden apples and be practically immortal, but this was very risky since Asgardians were very protective over the apples because if they are misused it can cause a lot of damage.
"Hróarr?" Halla turned to the man sitting next to her eating a piece of bread obviously obtained from the grocery stall nearby, he looked like Halla, beaten up and dirty, he had jet black hair and hazel eyes that seemed to shine with happiness. He seemed like the only one who was content with staying there for the rest of his life.
"Yes m'lady," the man looked at Halla with a warming smile.
"Do you think you can do a important task for me, you can't fail," she whispered so no other Aesir could hear her, "Can you steal everyone some golden apples from Idunn?"
"That's a very difficult task, miss, even though I'd rather like to have some of those apples," Hróarr contemplated, "I'll do it, but if I don't come back in a week alert everyone else of my failure."
"Be careful," Halla told Hróarr as he left for his adventure.
"I will," he replied.
-What happened to Hróarr-
Looking around his dark cell he sighed with defeat and decided to see if a note would glide its way back to the streets of Asgard to alert her of his failure. He lacked writing utensils and only had the wrapper for one of his stolen goods so he decided to slide his finger along the sharp tip of his knife and used it to write a very simple note.
'Failed
-Hróarr'
-Back to Halla-
"Stop," the shopkeeper groaned as the thief ran off to where she spent most of her time, she had gotten away again,
"What's for our feast tonight,"Agmundr commented sarcastically.
"Bread and water, truly the finest delicacies known to Asgard," Halla retorted.
Agmundr collected his share of the meal and walked away to his territory where he left Halla alone with nobody to care for her.
-Pagebreak-
A gust of wind came across as a crowd of aesir flooded into the road as the royal brothers, Thor, Baldr and Loki, walked past leaving everyone cheering with exitement. All except for Halla who despised the royal family of Asgard all for the fact that they had no care for the lower class. But a sad fact is that she was slighty jelous of Loki's powers because it was untold of for an Asgardian to have such powers as him.
The croud evaporated into the distance along with the princes as Halla trotted off to the public toilets.
-Pagebreak-
She had heard rumors that Prince Thor Odinson had been banished to Midgard after a brush in with the Jotuns, and Odin had fallen into Odinsleep and Prince Loki Odinson had become king temporarily but his family fears that if King Odin falls he will become kind permenantly. This however was a perfect time to sneak into Idunn's prison, take back Hróarr and obtain an apple, but she decided that she will practice her fighting skills before.
At the local training grounds she gained a few weary looks as she picked up a training sword and started swining it. To her luck, it slipped out of her hand and she had to quickly grab it back into the safety of her hand. It was probably an ausing sight but from the corner of her eye she saw that a couple of guards were walking towards her and in a matter of seconds they were there and they pushed her out of the way for everyone elses own safety, but they forgot to take away the sword. Probably because she was obviously determined to learn to battle.
She made her way to a baren piece of rock and started swinging the sword to stones practicing her battle stances when she felt a pair of hands grab her around the waist and mouth and dragging her away. Luckily, she had the sword at her disposal and swung the back of it into his head, leaving him unconcious.
"Hello?" She said, worried, "who are you and why did you come for me?"
She got a groan in response, in shock she ran off back to the streets of Asgard.
"What's wrong, Halla?" Agmundr sighed.
"Nothing," the girl sighed as she made her way over to her territory and held the sword tigtly, she would never let anyone get the sword away from her as she knew this was the key to her survival, no matter how short her life was, she wanted to make as full as she wanted it to be before she slowly passes away.
Prince Loki walked past gaining a few glances from the other Aesir and themselves. He looked a bit more cheerful than usual. Typically, Prince Loki was usually quiet and cruel with unusal piercing green eyes but today he was standing tall and proud holding his sceptre and wearing his helmet, this might be because of the odd rumor that Prince Loki is actually King Loki for the time being, it wouldn't be surprising that he would be thing exited, wouldn't anybody if they were King, even for a day?
His highness shot a look to Halla and Agmundr and said under his breath something like 'stupid peasants crowding the streets'. Halla knew this because she had learned to lip read when she was a child, due to the fact that many people like to say dispicable things about her. This was not expected from an Odinson, but she had heard that Thor was not much better and due to the fact that he was arrogant and rude, he was banished. Left to find his way in the harder to live world as a Mortal in Midgard, not as royalty in Asgard.
"Good morning, my king," I stood up as I gave a small curtsey with what was left of my dress. I observed him as he walked closer towards me, he was a tall and quite thin man, - which is quite absurd for the amount of food they must feed him in the palace- he had jet black hair peeking out from under his large helmet embedded with large horns.
He inspected me and replied as rudely as he could, "Good morning, indeed," as he turned on the ball of his heel and walked away, as she saw him gone she turned to Agmundr and tutted.
"Seems as Prince Odinson is a bit uptight today," she chuckled.
"Indeed, maybe his mother took away his spell books," he said sarcastically.
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That night Halla could not sleep at all with the image of that strange man approaching her while she was armed and she got up to look at the ever beautiful sky and sighed, what if the man was somebody she knew - she doubted it - but there was a possibility, and it was utterly frightening, not many people would be careless enough to approach somebody while armed because it did nothing but make it easier for the victim.
She could feel the arms again. With a gasp she turned around to see Agmundr looking into her eyes as he frowned.
"Is anything bothering you? You seem distressed," he sat down next to her and waited for a response.
"No, there's nothing wrong, honestly," she gave him a small smile in response to show him she could care for herself,
"You are worrying me though so I feel like it is my duty to stay here, with Hróarr gone," he frowned.
"Stay all you want but I'm not telling you anything," she turned away and lay down on her soft blanket, "go to sleep, I'm tired."
As she slowly dropped off to sleep he frowned and held her hand as she stirred. "Shh, it's okay," he hummed and she slowly dropped into a slow and lifeless sleep.
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"Halla! Wake up!" Agmundr yelled and shook Halla vigourously as she screamed in her sleep.
"What! Huh!" Halla shot up immidiately and Agmundr shook his head.
"You need to tell me, Halla, what is bothering you."
"I'm sorry Agmundr, I can't tell you," she huddled up into Agmundr for warmth as he combed his hands through her hair.
"You have to tell me some day,"
"But not today,"
Guys, guys, I wrote a fanfiction (atleast a chapter?), I would like to thank my family and- oh okay bye.