Jötunn's Apprentice

by DarkLadySethra

She always knew she was superior. When he shows up she finds a teacher and he finds a lieutenant. But when information arises about the death of her parents, will she be strong enough to not succumb to his dark path in search of revenge? Or has she already started down that path? And does she even care? He certainly does not. Loki/OFC. NOW ON HIATUS! being reworked.

1. Prologue

Prologue

There is darkness and cold. The air is silent, occasionally broken by barely inaudible clicks and whispers. I'm small and don't know what is happening. Frankly I am terrified. I try to move but something won't let me. Suddenly I hear the heavy thud of footsteps approaching. I instinctively try to curl up. I know that the sound brings pain, but I don't know why I know this. Suddenly a light glares into the dark room, piercing the darkness as a door is opened, blinding me. Something big and heavy is thrown in and thuds as it hits the ground. The door is slammed shut and the footsteps retreat. A small whimpering turns my attention to the figure thrown in. I hear some shuffling. A small light appears and illuminates the small hunched figure. A woman, huddled over a small child.

"There-there. It is okay now. Laufey is gone. My son we are safe."

The infant stops whimpering. He opens his eyes and looks straight at me. His piercing blue eyes lock onto my own green ones. A spark jumps between us and I hold onto it for warmth. Later, when the pain becomes unbearable, when the cold seeps into my bones, I remember those eyes and hold onto that spark even longer. Suddenly that huddled figure disappears and is replaced with glowing red eyes and pain. It feels like every bone is shattered. My veins hold liquid metal. I scream and writhe and all I see is red eyes lit with mirth and pleasure. I twist some more, only aggravating it.

I then roll off... my bed? I gasp for air and look around. There is no cold, no red eyes, no chilling laughter. Alone. No longer small, but grown. 17 years of age. My heart slows down as I realize I am not in danger.

This dream... I don't know where it comes from. I am sure it is real, but how could that be? Still, when times are hard I hold onto a spark. Whether it is the same or not, I have yet to know.