Chapter Ten: Field of Dreams
We've come to the end of this little series and as so of you know, "Pandora's Panic Box" has been posted, the first chapters up so you should all go check it out. Anyways, this will put an end to Raven's solo career, for now at least, unless any of you want to see a longer story from Rae's POV because I've go a few ideas for it but if you want a full length story like Panic has comment below and I might just write one.
Moonlight shines brightly against the slippery wet roadway, reflecting the bright light into my eyes as I tread down the empty sidewalk in a heavy downpour of warm pellets of never relenting rain. It is nearly past midnight, or so the advertising billboards mounted to nearly every building in New York reads so either they are completely wrong or completely right.
I choose the latter on this one, it is about a million to one chance of it being even remotely an appropriate time to be awake but after everything that happened on Asgard, I am wide awake. My brain is fried, focused only on what happened, on what Odin suggested of me, what I have learned about my father who supposedly loves me so much that he has a whole different life that I know nothing about.
What else is hidden behind the doorways, what other things have I somehow let myself be shielded from without even intending too about my own father, I do not remember everything from my mythology class. I know some of the things in them are not true, however, there are some things that do make sense, that could possible be true, like Hel, she was real, no is, she is real...
Climbing the stairs to our apartment building, I slip in without a sound and start up the stairs, darting almost soundlessly up then and soon find myself standing alone in a dark hallway just outside my mothers apartment number. Reaching numbly for the doorknob, I turn, and push open the door to find my mother sitting n the couch, a blanket fallen off the couch and onto the floor, she's shivering, her eyes are closed but I don't miss the dark rings under them.
A lamp glows a radiant yellow light over the living room as I make my way across the floor, bending over and picking up the blanket, pulling it carefully over her, pulling the fuzzy blue blanket up to her neck. My hand hovers over her curly blond locks but instead decide better than to wake her at the moment, I turn the lamp off and walk blindly in the dark until I located the door to my bedroom.
Only moments after stepping through my doorway, I am sitting up in my bed, blanket pulled over my knees as I sit criss-cross with a laptop resting in my lap as I scroll through Google, pulling up tab after tab about Norse Mythology which is the last thing I should probably do but I cannot seem to stop myself from wondering what else he has been keeping from me.
I read over the website, all the information burning into my brain like a never ending tornado swirling these things around as a constant reminder of how insane everything really is.
Alas, the Giant was not on his own. He had a huge stallion called Svadilfari, which could haul boulders like there was no tomorrow. With three days to go, Freya was in distress and the Gods aghast.
Now Loki, like fire and smoke, was a shape-changer from the word go. A talent he'd developed to make him the shiftiest transmogrifier of all time — from flea to fish to fast flying feathers in 0.3 seconds. So he changed himself into a mare and seduced the Giant's stallion. By whinnying and prancing off into the woods, Svadilfari was led far away from the stone pile.
With his horse missing, the Giant didn't quite make the schedule. Seething with rage, he tried to take Freya by force — until Thor cracked his skull with his hammer.
Meanwhile Loki was having a fine old time frolicking in the fields. In fact he became pregnant, and decided to sample the joys of motherhood. He gave birth to a fine baby boy stallion with eight legs. He gave this as a gift to Odin and it was called Sleipnir.
Wait, what!? My eyes widen as I read over the last paragraph over and over again until my stomach feels like a crashing wave of nausea, what I imagine having the ocean in ones stomach would feel like. H-he, turned into a female horse a-and let it... Then had its... Getting up in a rush, I dart to the bathroom, bending over the toilet and spew out what little food I had eaten in Asgard.
Wobbling back to my bed on shaky leg, I turn the laptop and press on, trying to ignore the storm brewing in the pit of my stomach.
Loki never missed an opportunity to take advantage of any Goddess, but he already had at least a couple of wives. The first was Angrboda, a giantess who spawned Fenrir the Giant Wolf, Jormungand the Earth-encircling Serpent, and Hel the Underworld Goddess. Next was his wife Sigyn, who produced their ill-fated sons Narvi and Vali.
He also managed to sneak himself another wife — or did he? It is only by assiduous research that we have discovered the truth about the mysterious Glut.
There are more of them, more monster children, more creatures of his t-that hate me, one that circles my planet, probably hoping for the day I get to close to the sea he swims in. My body quakes as I slap down the laptops lid, my eyes wide as I pull my knees up to my chest, pull my blanket up over my head, and lay down on my side, reaching one hand underneath the cold pillow, only to feel something underneath.
Sitting up, I toss my pillow aside to find something, a large manila envelope with something inside it. I pull the envelope forwards, ripping the top open and stare down into it, making sure there is nothing dangerous inside. A small square box with silver diamond shaped designs zag across the top. A silver bow to match is tied around the top of it.
The bow is pulled off first and soon I have the top of the box lifted and stare down at the item inside, completely stunned, mesmerized, and confused all at the same time. A sterling silver charm bracelet rests in the box, wrapped by a soft white silk cover that I pulled open. Charms loop through every other gap in the chain, one's a hammer, another seems to be a fire but tinted a green color and that is how I know it's not.
It is magic, representation of my father, this goes on like that for awhile, all the charms symbolize something or another and I can recognize each and every one that my fingertips brush across. Who would have sent this though? Reaching for the package, I glance inside and find a note that I hadn't noticed before, I pull it out and glance down at it, reading over the words handwritten in ink, like feather writing.
My dearest Raven,
We have not had a close relationship, my fault entirely and for that I must expression my sincere sorrow and grant the most noble and heartfelt apology for my actions. While I am not ever to be able to make up for what I have done in the past, I shall work to improve your image of me in the future.
I know this is early but I could not stand to wait a moment longer and postpone such a gift that will hopefully grant a smile upon your pretty face, and it is a shame that I will not be able to see the way it lights up you face, that is entirely my fault and deserve to suffer the consequences of my actions. This is the only way I can say this, so informal, but I will do what I must.
Happy Birthday my sweet Raven, you are to be seventeen this year and I am incredibly proud of you and I know, from what your dearest friend has told me that you believe I could not care for you. You are so wrong child, I am terrible sorry for what I have done and if I could take it back I would but my biggest mistake will haunt me for the rest of my days.
Leaving you behind was the most foolish things that I have done and I hope to make it up to you, that you may be able to see me, not as the monster I have been, but as the man, no father, I wish to be. I love you very much Raven, I've always been watching over you, you just haven't known it.
So I would like to think that you had a splendid birthday to celebrate and maybe one day I will be invited. Forevermore, you will always be the best child I have ever hand.
~ Love Loki
I stare down at the note, stunned, what more can I say? Nothing, nothing else can be said. This is something the weighs on my mind and immediately the guilt setting in, then tears fall down my face as I repeat the words over and over in my heat, savoring the way the roll off my lips. He did not forget, he did not forget, he didn't forget...
A/N: There we go, the end of "Daughter of Mischief" so what did you all think of this little plot twist and what about Loki's note to Raven, what were your thoughts and like I said above, if you want a sequel tell me and give me a few ideas that you might like to see and who knows, I may just write it.