I grip my fathers hand tighter as his last breath escapes his lungs. I look down apon his face, pale and gray against the crisp white hospital sheets. I let go of his hand now cold as ice, close my fathers eyes, and adjust the boquet of red roses on his nightstand. My father, by all means an ordinary man gave me nothing but a house to remember him by. The place Igrew up in now cold and empty. anything of value sold to pay for my fathers medical bills. I leave my fathers hospital room despite the nurses cries for me to return. Once outside i take in the cool night air. I look up towards the sky and feel the cool touch of rain on my skin. the clouds dark and omnious overhead light up with thunder. I reach into my messenger bag and grip the book of norse mythology, a present from my father on my eighteenth bithday. this is not the first ime i have been alone nor shall it be the last. I walk home in silence thinking back on my fathers life.i do not mourn his passing for he was never really there. all my life i had considered him insane. Norse mythology a topic of constant discussion was the only thing we had in common. he insisted that the tales be true. That there was a god of thunder. I personally thought no more of it than the fairy tales we were told as children. I unlock the door to my house and turn on the light, the soft glow illuminating my cold, damp i lay on my bed, the only remaining furniture, and slowly drift off into blissful sleep.
The strong golden rays of light pour through my window. I lift my hands to cover my eyes, but to no avail. I sigh and pull on my favorite shoes; purple nike airs and quickly get changed out of yesterdays clothes and into a light blue shirt and jeans. i look out the window and see that last nights storm has passed and left in its wake a brilliant blue sky. looking at the clock i grab my messenger bag and run out the door leaving it unlocked, knowing there is nothing worth stealing inside. i reach the bus stop out of breath and quickly check my pockets for change. My pockets empty, i qickly pick up my pace and keep running down the busy streets. I put my messenger bag in a more comfortable postion and increase my pace to a sprint. I crash through the doors of the small coffee shop where i work. "i'm here!" i say, panting as i clutch my side. the manager, a red haired man in his twenties looks up at me dissaprovingly. "just get to work.. we open in five!" he says as he dissapears into the storage room to take inventory. I pull on my apron and drop my bag behind the counter. The small coffee shop quickly fills up the air now heavily polluted with coffees rich scent. I hear the door open and turn my attention to the tall blonde haired man standing in the doorway. He clenchs his fists obviously frustrated. I am qickly filled with a sense of fear and curiosity for this man. I am filled the feeling that he will change my life forever... ii look away from him only now realizing how heavily muscled he is. "Exuse me, miss?" his deep voice carrying across the small coffee shop. "yes" i say my voice so small compared to his. "can i get you something?"
"i was wondering if you have seen this man? He is my brother" his eyes are laden with concern as he passes me a hand drawn picture of a tall black haired man. I immediatley recognice the character from my book of norse mythology. "Loki..." i say in astonishment. The blonde haired mans eyes light up at the mention of his brothers name. "yes have you seen him!"
" Ummm no, fis this a joke?"
"sadly it is not"
i hand him a large coffee "its on the house... good luck with your brother" i watch him walk away still cluching the image of his brother tightly to his chest. i couldn't help feeling pain for this man and his struggle to find his brother. The way his eyes lit up at the mention of his brothers name. Loki an odd name one that i had seen many times in my book of norse mythology. "Thor... no it cant be" i whisper to mysef and quickly dismiss the thought. I drop my gaze to the nose mythology book hidden deep in messenger bag and can't help but wonder if its all true...
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