Love the Avengers, obsessed with Loki! More about me later!
Chapter titles are Old Norse words.
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The Jotun held her. She tried to squirm away, she lashed out at him, anything to get away from him. Red eyes glowed hot and his fingers tightened on her pale arms, freezing her to the very bone.
This was the first time she truly ever felt cold.
3 Months Earlier.
She looked into the gray plastic bag sitting on the passenger seat.
$43
She scowled to herself. That was $12 more than she wanted to spend.
Once. Twice. She pushed the car's gearshift into Park which was the only way to fully turn off her rotting, gas-guzzling, piece of crap that somehow constituted as a car. She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel. One of these days a cop would pull her over and she would finally be found out that she didn't have a license...or permit... or any kind of driving lessons.
She grabbed the $43 bag of groceries, slamming the car door shut because god knows any type of security alarms disintegrated deep in the hood of the car years ago.
She unlocked the door, tiptoeing in when she realized that her mother still must have been asleep since the TV wasn't on and she didn't hear any crying coming from her room.
She thought to take off her $45 dollar coat, but decided that the house would be too cold since it was the middle of winter.
Setting about her normal chores, she was surprised that her rustling had still not woken her mother. Grabbing the $5 tampons from the bag, she went into the bathroom that was adjacent, by paper thin walls, to her mother's bedroom. She opened the broken cabinet under the sink and placed the toiletries there, the sound of the broken-hinged door usually a fool-proof way of waking her mother.
Still nothing.
She walked into her mother's room. Standing next to the bed she whispered, "Mother?"
She swallowed. "Mother?" She touched her mother's skin.
Cold as ice.
"Mother?"
In the woman's unmoving arms was a large Norse book of mythology, her hand like a bookmark tucked within the large novel.
The book slipped from her grasp, opening up where her hand had been held.
In big black letters the page title "Loki. God of Mischief, Chaos, and Fire" stood out against the golden-colored paper.
She sighed, smoothing down her mother's hair, her face finally gone of all hatred and misery.
Sera Scimehif was now an orphan.
Sera exhaled, then inhaled. Her mother was finally dead. Finally. A tear ran down her cheek. She cursed under her breath because she just wasted money on tampons that she hated, but her mother used. She continued to stare at her mother for a few more moments, then finally roused herself to action.
She walked around the house leisurely, making sure she didn't forget anything.
She grabbed her few belongings. An iPod that she had bought off a friend for $20. Some CDs that she has bought herself a few years ago. There were a few valuable pieces of jewelery that her mother had coveted which she slipped onto her body.
Into her $3 duffel bag she placed her $10 iPod charger, $7 ear buds, $20 sweatshirt, $15 black slacks, 2 pairs of $12 jeans, $35 sneakers, pads, toothbrush, toothpaste, extra bra, bobby pins, hair ties, (all from the Dollar Store), and other necessities. Bigger items like blankets were taken to the car separately. A cooler filled with water bottles, some fruit, some non perishables.
She took off her winter jacket to pile on her $5 t-shirts, her $2 camisoles, her $7 leggings. When the car was fully packed, she went back to her mother's room to open up The Drawer. In The Drawer was the money Sera and her mother had been living off of for 10 years. When her grandmother died, the only one who had brought any income into the household, had died, she had left them everything which was a tidy sum. They, well Sera, emptied what they had left in the bank and they had been able to survive since Sera kept such careful account of everything they bought. Their sum was dwindling, but with Sera's carefulness they would be able to still survive for another 3 years.
Now it didn't matter. Sera took the money and spared one last look at her mother. The poor woman who was seduced when she was 17 by an out-of-towner who left her before she even knew she was pregnant, doomed to a life of self pity, finally laid to rest on the same bed that ruined her life. A woman who was barely 36 and hadn't left the house in 8 years.
Sera went over to the mirror where a newspaper clipping of a band of brightly-colored people was placed next to another blurry picture of a man with long black hair and a muzzle over his mouth was taped to the reflective surface. The headline said "Villain Captured. Under Careful Watch of the Avengers." New York, New York. She had found the article about a year ago and it was time at last to put it to use.
Time to introduce herself to her father.
Sera stood in front of the tall tower that proudly proclaimed itself as Stark Towers. The entire world knew this was where the famous Avengers had once assembled to defeat the Chitauri only to disperse around the world after the event. It had been a 5 day car ride and she realized now that she hadn't properly showered within those days since the motel she stayed at had a suspicious-looking pipes protruding out of the shower itself. She kinda wished that she had used the facilities now since this would be the first time ever meeting her father, but ah well.
She wasn't sure what to do. Knock?
Her question was answered for her when a smooth voice said from a speaker. "Hello, how may I assist you?"
"Uhm," she began eloquently. "I'm here to see...Loki."
"Loki does not reside here."
"Well does someone 'reside here' that I can talk to face to face?" she tried to say as politely as possible.
"One moment, Sera Scimehif."
She exclaimed a startled "What?" when she realized she never said her name.
"Hello? Hello? Hey-yo!" another voice came booming through the speaker.
"Hi, I'm Ser-"
"Yeah, yeah, Sera Scimehif from Chandler, Indiana. High school dropout. Nineteen. Oo! There's pictures too! Oh well hello, sweetie! Please tell me you're a stripper gram."
She forced her mouth to shut and said confidently, "No, I am not. I am here to speak to whoever owns this building because I have been led to assume that the owner may know where my father is. Perhaps I can speak to Tony Stark?"
A laugh through the speaker. "Sweetie, you've been talking to him. JARVIS, quick scan and if alls' good, let her in."
"Certainly, sir," came JARVIS.
Sera stood perfectly still and waited for a blue light or something to go over her body, but nothing happened. About 10 seconds later, the door clicked open and she let herself in.
"Hello?"
"Hello sweetie, would you like a drink?" Tony asked, his eyes partially glazed over and his glass filled to the brim with scotch.
"No thank you, I'm only 19."
He waved his hand. "I started drinking at 14. Anyways, who is your father, I'm dying to know."
She was stunned. She didn't know what to say, what to ask. What if she told him who her father is and then held her in detainment? She was the daughter of a hated god after all.
"Why would you just let me in?" was all she managed to say.
Tony shrugged. "Well I do have the most advanced security system in the world. This Tower can detect a missile heading for it from about 400 miles away. The moment you stepped within 20 feet of my building, you were scanned and your profile came up which shows me all your schooling, Facebook, and anything else you may be hiding. You were then scanned again for any weapons, toxins, poisons, or sicknesses that you may have on you by scanning your body and your breath. I have other things working from that very door that assures me that you are harmless, but I don't want to give all my secrets away." He tipped his drink to his lips and winked. "You do look familiar though."
"Sir, I've detected Sera's parentage as you've asked," came the smooth voice again from seemingly nowhere. "And might I add, you may want to prepare yourself."
Tony seemed to sober up a bit and locked his gaze onto Sera. "Good lord, you're not my daughter are you?"
Sera laughed. "No, sir. Not at all."
Tony exhaled. "Good. Pepper would be on my ass for that one." Tony picked up a translucent screen that Sera could see had her face on it. From where she stood she couldn't see what it said, but there was 100% MATCH displayed on the top. She braced herself.
"S-E-R-A. Hmm, interesting spelling of-" Tony glanced at the screen and back at Sera. He looked again, and then back at her.
She smiled and wiggled her fingers. "Hi."
"Mother of god," Tony gasped.
Sera smirked. "More like 'daughter of a god.'"
Yep! So this is the first chapter! Obviously, Sera is Loki's daughter and her reaction to her mother's death will be explained better in following chapters. I have a clear path of how I want this story to turn out so rating is subject to change for the last few chapters of this story, but there will be plenty of warning beforehand. Also the opening blurb will make sense in the end.
This will be a pretty angsty story and I do plan for Sera to have a bit of a romantic interest, but it won't take over the story.
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