Hi! This is my first fanfiction! It's based on some Nordic myths (character names and some stuffs) and movies. This has nothing to do with the comics since I only read some. This is my version of MCU. I'll cover most of the MCU movies but with additional characters. Most of all, pardon my grammar because English isn't my mother tongue. Please comment and review! Also, I do not own Marvel, just my OC.

One lovely day in Asgard, everyone was in there house and readying dinner for their family. The city was quiet, even the merchants were packing things up to call it a day. But for the little girl, Freyja, it was just a dull day.

She was sitting on a field outside the city. No one was beside her, except for the wind and the grass. She was making a crown out of some wild flowers. The wind messed her silky blonde hair, but she didn't mind.

Freyja spent most of her time here, outside the Valhalla palace. Her mother was a mortal from Midgard. Freyja's father told her she was a scientist, what ever the hell that was. But she died after giving Freyja a birth.

Having a mortal mother (or rather HAD) was not something to be proud of. People of Asgard, especially Odin himself, thought mortals were weak. So they focused on the mortal side of Freyja more.

'It's not really my fault at all,' she complained to herself since there was no one else to talk to.

'I can be stronger than any Asgard kids. Beside, my father is the Freyr. One day, I will be the one to be in charge of Odin's armory!'

Freyja's father's family took on the role of protecting the armory and the treasures of Odin. They all was given a name 'Freyr'. They always wore a special necklace called Brísingamen. It was passed down for centuries along with the name Freyr. It was the key to every secret places in the Valhalla palace. (Actually, Freyja's father never made it clear. She only assumed that was the purpose of the necklace.)

Freyja was hoping to become a Freyr one day. Like her father always said, it was a great honor to protect the Brísingamen and the pallace.

Too captured in her thoughts, she didn't recognise a tall man approaching her. She noticed him only after he called her name. Freyja smiled at him. It was the only person on Asgard who didn't talk behind her backs, Loki.

Freyja ran toward him and hugged him tightly. Her head only reached Loki's abdomen, so he had to kneel to meet her eyes. Freyja put the circlet of the wild flower on his head. It looked nice on him. Loki smiled and said,

"Thanks for this lovely circlet. I'm sorry I don't have much to give you right now. But one day, I promise that I'll give you a real crown. Though nothing can compare to this masterpiece."

Freyja giggled. Loki always had a way of exaggerating words.

"You said it! No taking it back!"

Few hours later, the sky was turning into red. The sun was almost down, and the black shadows were starting to crawl out. Freyja dusted the earth from her dress and stood up from the ground.

'I should go back now, father will worry.'

Then she heard a loud BOOM! She quickly turned her head to see where the sound came from. It came from the market place near the Valhalla palace. She could clearly see the smoke and the fire spreading in the city.

'Father!'

Freyja dashed toward the Valhalla palace. His father would be there, looking for her. She knew by intuition that this was the occasion her father always told her about. She could tell because of the Dvergrs.

They were the ones who made the Brísingamen. They tried to overthrow Odin with it, but failed to do so thanks to Freyja's grandfather. Since then, Freyja's family were given the honor of protecting it from the Dvergrs.

Somehow, the Dvergrs were running around the city, heading to the palace. But thankfully, Freyja knew a shortcut to Valhalla and she silently thanked Loki for showing them to her.

The great hall of the palace was empty, all the soldiers must be in the town fighting the Dvergrs. Freyja panicked. What was she going to do? Was her father safe? Did the Dvergrs already take the necklace?

Just when she was about to burst into tears, her father came running down the hallway. He was holding a spear and was covered in sweat and dirt.

"Thanks Odin! You were here!" her father hugged her tightly like he will never let go.

"Father…." Freyja opened her mouth and her choked voice came out. She was literally trembling in fear.

Then they heard a loud screaming and shouting from the hallway. The Dvergrs! Were they here already? Freyja looked at her father with an eye full of terror.

Father picked Freyja up and held her with one arm and started to run. She hugged her father's neck tightly and buried her face in his arm, trying to wake up from this nightmare. Though she couldn't see anything, she heard loud noises all around her. The sound of people screaming, running and crying was everywhere. She could tell things were not going well.

Soon they reached the Bifrost bridge. Freyja's father stopped and put her down.

"Father?" Freyja looked at him with a question in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. But this is the only way." He took the necklace off his neck and gave it to Freyja.

"Take this, and go to the Bifrost. Run away, go somewhere they'll never find. I will hold them off, but I don't know how long I can do that. Please, please….stay alive."

"No, no! Come with me! Please! I can't do this! Please!" Freyja shook her head, trying to hold back her tears. Her father cupped her cheek with his hand, it was warm. Despite her effort, tears streamed down her eyes. Why was the fate doing this to her?

"I'm sorry I have to leave you alone with this burden. I wished you would never have to do this, live like me…." his voice trailed away.

Suddenly a shouting was heard. The Dvergrs almost caught them up. Freyja's father turned his face to see the Dvergrs running toward them and turned his head back to look her in the eye. His eyes held all the pain in the world.

"Go now! Go!" he shouted and quickly stood up with a spear.

Freyja put the necklace around her neck and started to run to the Bifrost. She had to wipe her tears because they were blurring the view. Before going inside the Bifrost, she turned around to look at her father one last time. He was standing at the start of the bridge, alone, facing the numerous Dvergrs.

When she entered the Bifrost, Heimdal was nowhere to be seen. Freyja panicked, but soon gained control over herself again. There was no need for panicking now. She looked around and found some bodies lying around.

Freyja took a step toward the dead body and something hit her feet. It was a ball-shaped metal. With curiosity, she picked it up and it suddenly turned into a small dagger. She decided to keep it. She might need it sooner or later. Freyja looked around again and found a sword embedded in the middle of the dome.

She came toward the sword and reached her hand out to touch it. Freyja gently pushed it and with a loud sound, the dome started spinning around.

Many different colours of light flashed the dome and made a portal. Freyja hesitated for a while. All she knew about the Bifrost was that it can take people from places to places. She did not know where it might take her. Plus, the bright lights piercing her eyes didn't help easing her suspision.

But then, she saw some Dvergrs coming toward the door and took a wavering step back. The Dvergrs looked horrible with their rough skin and creepy looking eyes.

She backed away to the portal and tripped over a dead body. She fell into the portal and the last thing she saw was the Dvergrs screaming with anger and Heimdal and other soldiers running across the bridge to Bifrost.

She felt something pulling her back and suddenly she was flying, no, falling through the sparkling rainbow, and she passed out.