I translated this on Gizoogle and I decided to share it.
If I have another chapter up after this you can skip it.
Sorry bout tha spelling, I typed a bit too quick n' mah spellcheck is on tha fritz so it refuses ta correc' them, there be also too nuff ta fix by hand.
Smoke up anyway.
Da streetz of Asgard be a straight-up dangerous place, especially fo' Halla Tysonsdóttir, a typical beggar. Many gangstas thought dat since her ass had not a god damn thang else up in her thuglife ta look forward ta her ass should just die n' spare her from dis pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So they took it tha fuck into they own handz fo' realz. A handful of cutz n' scars was scattered around her grill where gangstas have decided ta put her up of her misery but failed, they covered tha muddy grill of tha ho n' done cooked up her look like every last muthafuckin other beggar, tha light blonde afro had been coated up in mud n' rizla n' rocked up a dirty brown, tha only muthafuckin thang ta sheezy her ass was a feminine Asgardian was tha bright blue eyes dat shined up in comparison ta anythang else.
Halla had no memory of her past thuglife n' had always wondered how tha fuck her ass gotz here. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had lived on tha streetz since her ass was a lil' small-ass lil pimp n' had always survived by theft n' begging, on nuff occasions her ass had been caught n' was let free only fo' tha fact her ass was a lil pimp yo, but now her ass had ta be mo' careful cuz her ass knew her ass did not have dat advantage any more, now dat her ass was a adult her ass also had tha chizzle ta start jackin golden applez n' be practically immortal yo, but dis was straight-up risky since Asgardians was straight-up protectizzle over tha applez cuz if they is misused it can cause a shitload of damage.
"Hróarr?" Halla turned ta tha playa chillin next ta her smokin a piece of bread obviously obtained from tha grocery stall nearby, he looked like Halla, beaten up n' dirty, he had jet black afro n' hazel eyes dat seemed ta shine wit happinizz yo. Dude seemed like tha only one whoz ass was content wit stayin there fo' tha rest of his fuckin life.
"Yes m'lady," tha playa looked at Halla wit a warmin smile.
"Do yo ass think yo ass can do a blingin task fo' me, yo ass can't fail," her ass whispered so no other Aesir could hear her, "Can yo ass steal everyone some golden applez from Idunn?"
"Thatz a straight-up hard as fuck task, miss, even though I'd rather like ta gotz a shitload of em apples," Hróarr contemplated, "I be bout ta do it yo, but if I don't come back up in a week alert everyone else of mah failure."
"Be careful," Halla busted some lyrics ta Hróarr as he left fo' his thugged-out adventure.
"I will," he replied.
-What happened ta Hróarr-
Lookin around his fuckin lil' dark cell he sighed wit defeat n' decided ta peep if a note would glide itz way back ta tha streetz of Asgard ta alert her of his wild lil' failure yo. Dude lacked writin utensils n' only had tha wrappa fo' one of his jacked phatz so he decided ta slide his wild lil' finger along tha sharp tip of his knife n' used it ta write a straight-up simple note.
'Failed
-Hróarr'
-Back ta Halla-
"Stop," tha shopkeepa groaned as tha thief ran off ta where her ass spent most of her time, her ass had gotten away again,
"Whatz fo' our feast tonight,"Agmundr commented sarcastically.
"Bread n' water, truly tha finest delicacies known ta Asgard," Halla retorted.
Agmundr collected his share of tha meal n' strutted away ta his cold-ass territory where he left Halla alone wit no muthafucka ta care fo' her muthafuckin ass.
-Pagebreak-
A gust of wind came across as a crowd of aesir flooded tha fuck into tha road as tha royal bruthas, Thor, Baldr n' Loki, strutted past leavin everyone cheerin wit exitement fo' realz. All except fo' Halla whoz ass despised tha royal gang of Asgard all fo' tha fact dat they had no care fo' tha lower class. But a fucked up fact is dat her ass was slighty jelouz of Lokiz powers cuz it was unbusted some lyrics ta of fo' a Asgardian ta have such powers as his muthafuckin ass.
Da croud evaporated tha fuck into tha distizzle along wit tha princes as Halla trotted off ta tha hood toilets.
-Pagebreak-
Biatch had heard rumors dat Pimp Thor Odinston had been banished ta Midgard afta a brush up in wit tha Jotuns, n' Odin had fallen tha fuck into Odinsleep n' Pimp Loki Odinston had become mackdaddy temporarily but his wild lil' gang fears dat if Mack Odin falls he will become kind permenantly. This however was a slick time ta sneak tha fuck into Idunnz prison, take back Hróarr n' obtain a apple yo, but her ass decided dat her ass will practice her fightin game before.
At tha local trainin groundz her ass gained a few weary looks as her ass picked up a trainin sword n' started swinin dat shit. To her luck, it slipped up of her hand n' her ass had ta quickly grab it back tha fuck into tha safety of her hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It was probably a ausin sight but from tha corna of her eye her ass saw dat a couple guardz was struttin towardz her n' up in a matta of secondz they was there n' they pushed her up of tha way fo' everyone elses own safety yo, but they forgot ta take away tha sword. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Probably cuz her ass was obviously determined ta learn ta battle.
Biatch done cooked up her way ta a baren piece of rock n' started swingin tha sword ta stones practicin her battle stizzlez when her ass felt a pair of handz grab her around tha waist n' grill n' draggin her away. Luckily, her ass had tha sword at her disposal n' swung tha back of it tha fuck into his head, leavin his ass unconcious.
"Yo muthafucka?" Biatch holla'd, worried, "who is yo ass n' why did yo ass come fo' me?"
Biatch gotz a groan up in response, up in shock her ass ran off back ta tha streetz of Asgard.
"Whatz wrong, Halla?" Agmundr sighed.
"Nothang," tha ho sighed as her ass done cooked up her way over ta her territory n' held tha sword tigtly, her ass would never let every last muthafuckin muthafucka git tha sword away from her as her ass knew dis was tha key ta her survival, no matta how tha fuck short her thuglife was, her ass wanted ta make as full as her ass wanted it ta be before her ass slowly passes away.
Pimp Loki strutted past bustin a few glizzlez from tha other Aesir n' themselves yo. Dude looked a bit mo' cheerful than usual. Typically, Pimp Loki was probably on tha down-low n' wack wit unusal piercin chronic eyes but todizzle he was standin tall n' proud holdin his sceptre n' bustin his helmet, dis might be cuz of tha odd rumor dat Pimp Loki is muthafuckin Mack Loki fo' tha time being, it wouldn't be surprisin dat he would be muthafuckin thang exited, wouldn't anybody if they was Mack, even fo' a day?
His highnizz blasted a look ta Halla n' Agmundr n' holla'd under his breath some shiznit like 'stupid peasantz crowdin tha streets' yo. Halla knew dis cuz her ass had hustled ta lip read when her ass was a child, cuz of tha fact dat nuff gangstas like ta say dispicable thangs bout her muthafuckin ass. This was not expected from a Odinston yo, but her ass had heard dat Thor was not much mo' betta n' cuz of tha fact dat he was arrogant n' rude, he was banished. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Left ta find his way up in tha harder ta live ghetto as a Mortal up in Midgard, not as royalty up in Asgard.
"Dope morning, mah king," I stood up as I gave a lil' small-ass curtsey wit what tha fuck was left of mah dress. I observed his ass as he strutted closer towardz me, he was a tall n' like thin man, - which is like absurd fo' tha amount of chicken they must feed his ass up in tha palace- he had jet black afro peekin up from under his big-ass helmet embedded wit big-ass horns.
Dude inspected mah crazy ass n' replied as rudely as he could, "Dope morning, indeed," as he turned on tha bizzle of his heel n' strutted away, as her ass saw his ass gone her ass turned ta Agmundr n' tutted.
"Seems as Pimp Odinston be a bit uptight todizzle," her ass chuckled.
"Indeed, maybe his crazy-ass mutha took away his spell books," he holla'd sarcastically.
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That night Halla could not chill at all wit tha image of dat strange playa approachin her while her ass was armed n' her ass gotz up ta peep tha ever dope sky n' sighed, what tha fuck if tha playa was some muthafucka her ass knew - her ass doubted it - but there was a possibilitizzle, n' it was utterly frightening, not nuff gangstas would be careless enough ta approach some muthafucka while armed cuz it did not a god damn thang but make it easier fo' tha victim.
Biatch could feel tha arms again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. With a gasp her ass turned around ta peep Agmundr lookin tha fuck into her eyes as he frowned.
"Is anythang botherin you, biatch? Yo Ass seem distressed," he sat down next ta her n' waited fo' a response.
"No, therez not a god damn thang wrong, honestly," her ass gave his ass a lil' small-ass smile up in response ta sheezy his ass her ass could care fo' her muthafuckin ass,
"Yo ass is worryin mah crazy ass though so I feel like it aint nuthin but mah duty ta stay here, wit Hróarr gone," he frowned.
"Stay all yo ass want but I be not spittin some lyrics ta yo ass anythang," her ass turned away n' lay down on her soft blanket, "go ta chill, I be tired."
As her ass slowly dropped off ta chill he frowned n' held her hand as her ass stirred. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Shh, itz aiiight," he hummed n' her ass slowly dropped tha fuck into a slow n' lifeless chill.
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"Halla, muthafucka! Wake up!" Agmundr yelled n' shook Halla vigourously as her ass screamed up in her chill.
"What, muthafucka! Huh!" Halla blasted up immidiately n' Agmundr shook his head.
"Yo Ass need ta tell me, Halla, what tha fuck is botherin you."
"I be sorry Agmundr, I can't rap ," her ass huddled up tha fuck into Agmundr fo' warmth as he combed his handz all up in her hair.
"Yo Ass have ta tell mah crazy ass some day,"
"But not todizzle,"
Guys, guys, I wrote a fanfiction (atleast a chapter?), I wanna ta give props ta mah gang and- oh aiiight bye.