Authors Note: For those who are about to read my story, I first recommend you go and read up a bit on the Jotun Skadi as she is of course the main character and some parts may not make sense without background knowledge first. However, for the purpose of my story I will be changing many aspects of the Norse Mythology surrounding Skadi (Particularly the part where she marries Odin- and also about Loki and the goat- trust me you don't want to know) and all other characters following.
With Loki and the movies he is in: This story starts before all movies but may feature some references to them, I will alert you guys should my story include spoilers for Thor 2
With that out the way, please enjoy my story and leave comments or notes if there is anything you want to ask or tell me
Chapter 1: Skadi of Jotunheim
I was born in a palace called Pyrmheim, one of several that used to stand in the Realm of the giants; Jotunheim. My father Lord Thiazzi, a frost giant and my mother, a mortal of Midgard called Ida met during one of the great Jotun wars that waged on Earth. He told me it was love through which I was conceived, that when he saw her for the first time he was so captivated by her beauty that he protected her from the other frost giants as they destroyed her village and my mother, left without a home or family travelled to Jotunheim disguised by my father's illusions to live with him. My father as well as any other frost giant could shape shift. For Ida he turned himself into the form of a Midgardian, determined to win her over as he had already fallen for her. Eventually she too fell for my father and thus came to be pregnant with me. However my mother was weak, her mortal body could not stand the harsh temperatures of Jotunheim and she fell ill often. She died during childbirth as her immune system could not fight off the cold and repair her body at the same time. My father though devastated by his loss, vowed that he would raise me as any Midgardian man would his daughter. And he did. Shortly after my birth the Jotun wars came to an end with the Asgardian King taking away the frost giants power: the Casket of Ancient Winters, from King Laufey. Jotun feel into chaos and became overridden by the terrain and its beasts. My father took this as a sign and defected from society. His palace halls grew empty but became a solace where he could raise me away from the dangers of the giants who would only view me as an abomination. He was solely devoted to protecting me as he could not protect my mother. He wore both forms, Jotun and Migardian while I was growing up and he taught me that whichever form I chose, I was perfect and beautiful to him and that was all that mattered. I learnt to shape shift from him. I could turn my fair skin blue with jaggered edges, my eyes could cloud over red and I could grow sharp teeth and claws but despite my attempts, my small frame would not grow taller. I would never be able to walk among Jotuns as a true frost giant. However much to my father's surprise, I developed a control over the power of winter. I could make it snow or hail or rain or even create blizzards. I could create ice like shards of blades that I could shoot from my hands or simply make anything become encased in ice by moving my hands over it. My father taught me to control these newfound powers as they developed but he was fearful of what others might do if they knew I had power enough to rival the Ancient Winters and so he kept me locked away for thousands of years until time itself caught up with us.
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