She was stood overlooking a vast city, everything seemingly shining as if it were made of metal. The architecture looked almost medieval but with a hint of sci-fi. She wasn't sure where she was but the building gave her breathtaking views of the city below. The sun was high but she did not feel either overly warm.

She could feel a sense of anxiety in her stomach, and an anger underneath the calm expression she wore. She did not react when she heard a door open behind her, nor move her eyes from the view as the person came to stand next to her on the balcony.

"So this is where you have been sulking," she recognised the voice immediately despite it being slightly higher pitched than last time.

"I am not sulking," she grumbled out. Again, it as if she could hear her own voice but the inflictions were subtly different.

"Really?" She could see out the corner of her eye, he was smirking at her, a raised eye brow in her direction. "You should tell your face that."

"Is there a point to your intrusion Loki or are you merely here to comment on my facial expressions?" She asked, finally turning her body to face him.

He looked slightly younger than last time, his hair shorter but as black as ever. He was stood in more formal clothing, an armour of some sort adorned his body, decorated with green and gold. In his hand was a golden helmet, with two rather large horns protruding and curling upwards. She looked towards it and could feel her face pull into a look of mocking.

"The helmet? Really?" She asked, raised eyebrows of her own.

"Hey, I like to think I look rather dashing in this," he said, mock offence on his face as he puffed out his chest. "And you know as well as I do, today requires my full ceremonial armour, or are you planning to hide out here until the sun sets?"

"Do you really think I would be in this unless society and occasion necessitated it?" She asked, gesturing to the dark blue dress she wore. It was tight at the top but had light layers which flowed from the waist to provide some movement. She could feel the weight of a cape or shawl of some kind which was dropped over her shoulders and arms and went to the floor. "Though I would rather be battling a Bilgesnipe than attending this event, this day is a much about celebrating my father's success as it is about my oaf of a cousin. And even if it were not, my father would expect me there."

"If it's any consolation, I would rather be battling a Bilgesnipe as well,"

"Really?"

"Gods no, have you seen those things? Would much prefer a glass of wine and a bath," his dry tone immediately put her at ease, relaxing some of the tension in her shoulders as she gave a loud laugh, he too sharing in the moment of humour. After a moment of calm he then spoke again. "I am sorry today is not what you hoped it would be."

She gave a large sigh, feeling her anger beginning to build in her again.

"My whole life, I have been training for this day. Ever since I was child, I have done nothing but dream of this moment, to finally prove I am as good as any son. I am the first and only born in my line. It is my birthright to wield Frykte."

"I see the way my father fights with it, the respect and honour he has gained by simply being its owner. I wanted to make him proud, to prove I was worthy." She continued, the words tumbled out her mouth, unable to stop herself. She did not look at her companion but did take comfort when his hand came to rest on top of her own on the balcony wall.

"But because I am a woman, I am automatically ruled out. Instead it must go to the first born male in the family line. Even if that male heir is a baboon who I could defeat with one hand tied behind my back. He only holds the rank in the guard as he does due to his title, otherwise he would be a mere foot solider if based on his actual skill."

A silence fell, her anger slowly leaving her as her rant finally finished, she knew Loki had heard it all before. He did not interrupt her though, and instead simply listened, giving her hand a small squeeze.

"I could always change him into a frog if you'd like? I was planning to practice on Thor but I think your cousin would be more amusing, or maybe even letting a few snakes loose to ruin his big day?" Loki suggested, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes when he finally broke the silence. She heard the laugh leave her lips and her heart flutter at the intention of his gesture.

"I'm afraid I will not embarrass my father in that way, let us not forget this is also the celebration of his retirement as head of the royal guard," she said before a devilish smirk of her own marked her lips. "Tomorrow though, my cousin is fair game."

Loki laughed at this and she felt her smile widen as the knowledge she had made him laugh in such a way. The stayed like that for a moment not feeling a need to say more, before a knock at the door interrupted them. Loki took a step away from her, his hand leaving her own.

They both turned to look to see an elderly gentleman stood in the threshold, a kind smile on his face as he looked over the pair. He stood dressed in a golden armour, a helmet of his own grasped in his hand. In his other hand was a shining silver spear, the faint blue glow of the runes stood out amongst the golden backdrop.

"Ah, so this is where my daughter has taken to sulking," he said, a teasing smile of his own tugging at his lips. She gave a scoff and roll of her eyes causing the new arrival and Loki to share a chuckle.

"I am not sulking," she grumbled again.

"Your highness," the older man said as he came to stop in front of the pair, his head bowing towards the younger man.

"Lord Alvis," Loki gave his own nod of respect back.

"I am sorry to intrude, but I was wondering if I may be able to speak to Geni alone?" The man in the golden armour asked.

"Of course," Loki turned to her again, his smile shifting slightly along with his eyes to show a more gentle tone. "I'll see you at the ceremony."

She felt her head give a nod in response before the raven haired man left the room, her eyes not leaving his dark green cape as it billowed out after him.

"It appears whenever you go missing, I only need to find the younger Prince, and sure enough you will be near by," The man, Alvis, commented as he came to stand next to her on the balcony, an amused smirk on his lips. "And I remember the days the two of you used to hate each other."

"We were but children then father," she gave a shrug, moving to lean on the balcony wall.

"Oh and how innocent you were."

"I don't think Loki has ever been innocent," she said earning an amused laugh from the man.

"That is true, I should be grateful to the boy. I feel his reputation and his closeness to you, may be the only reason Lord Fandral has not yet attempted to court you," he said, placing his weapon next to him before leaning on the balcony wall as well.

If only it could keep away the many other suitors vying for her attention.

She heard the voice in her head, as if he had spoken it but his mouth did not move.

"You did not come to speak to me about suitors, or Loki," she said, her eyes squinting for a moment as she focused on some guards training on the ground the below.

"No I did not,' he said more quietly. There was a pause, a silence neither one felt the need to fill. He gave a sigh before he continued. "I wish for you to speak freely to me Geni-"

She gave a lid scoff at his statement, a sound of mockery.

"I have spoken plenty freely on my thoughts on the matter, yet it has made no difference," she said, a biting tone to her words. "Why should doing so now change that?"

Again a silence fell between the two, nether sure what to say next. In the distance they could faintly hear the chatter of a crowd and when she looked down, she could see a stream of similarly dressed people making their way into the building they were stood in.

"You cannot give Frykte to Hagen, father," she said quietly, a tone of defeat in her words. "He does not deserve it."

"And you do?"

"Yes, it is my right to-" She turned to face him, the passion building in her words but she was stopped almost immediately by him.

"But you are wrong, my daughter, it is not your right, nor anyone's right to behold Frykte," he said, equal passion in his words as he stood to face her. He grabbed the spear in question, and held it across his palms in between himself and her. "Frykte is not given but earned. Its loyalty is unquestioning but only if deserved."

She felt her response die in her throat as she looked at the weapon between the two.

"I was not simply handed this by my father, but instead I had to prove I was worthy by beating my brother in combat," he said, some of the anger in his words melting away and being replaced by calm.

"Uncle Frey challenged you for Frykte?" She asked, surprise clear in her voice.

"Yes as did my uncle against my father," Alvis answered as he looked at her. "There has always been a challenger to ownership of Frykte, always from the second born son."

"I did not know."

"There was never a need to," he gave a sigh, before twirling Frykte, and bringing it to stand by his side. "I never want you to think I regret having a daughter as my only child Geni. You must understand, I wish more than anything it was yourself today I was presenting Frykte to, but I cannot change what is written."

It was almost as if a spark had gone off in the back of her head, as connections were being made as she thought about his statement.

"But alas, it must pass to the first born male heir which is Hagen," Alvis continued, disappointment clear in his voice. He didn't seem to notice her distraction as she thought about his words.

"Of course father," she muttered half listening. She suddenly felt the urge to leave, an urgency in her tasks overwhelming her as a new purpose overcame her.

"Geni, why do have that look on-"

"I'll meet you at the ceremony, there's something I have to check," she started to make her way towards the door, before quickly turning back around and hurrying back a few steps to reach up and kiss the man on the cheek. "Mother would be proud of you today."

And then she left the room.

The next few moments were flashes, images of golden corridors as she rushed through them, ignoring the odd looks she received. All the while unspoken voices filled her head as she passed people. An image of a room full of books came next, her eyes desperately searching for one in particular. When she found it, her whole body became alive with excitement, a wide smile spreading across her lips.

Again flashes of golden corridors, more men in golden armour flashing past her as she ran somewhere.

She came to halt outside a large door, taking a moment to compose herself, with the book still in her hand before she walked through. The buzzing in the back of head grew in volume for a moment before she was able to settle it back down.

The room was vast, larger than anything she had seen before. It was full of people in similar clothing and at the front stood a large golden throne, with large decorative upside down arches giving it an almost U shaped appearance. On it, sat an older man, a golden eye patch on one eye with a matching gold spectre, as he sat over seeing the room. Next to him a kind looking lady sat and on the other side was a young blonde man, in silver and red armour.

Her eyes moved over to the right to see Loki sat there, a smile immediately appearing on his lips when he saw her. He gave her a questioning look as he took note of her slightly reddened cheeks from her running, and the book in her heads. She gave him a reassuring smile which seemed to placate him.

She turned to look across the room and found the man from earlier stood in front of the throne, next to two other men. One was older and looked similar to Alvis though slightly younger. The other was a young man, slightly older than herself she believed, short, blonde hair shining in the sunlight and an arrogant smirk adorned his lips.

Feeling eyes on him, Alvis turned and when he saw her, he too gave her a questioning look. She quickly made her way through the crowd and approached the trio.

"Ah Geni, glad you could finally join us," the other older man roared out, a smug expression to his face. "You almost missed Hagen's big moment."

The man slapped the younger man on the shoulder, clear pride in his feature.

"Apologies Uncle Frey, there was something I needed to check in the library," she said giving a small, fake smile. She turned to her father but before she could say anything, the other man cut her off.

"Always in those books, I don't understand why you even let her read so much," he said, turning his attention to the other older man. "I would never let a daughter of mine spend so much time reading rather than learning to look after the home."

"Yet again brother, I remind you Geni is my daughter and her time is much better spent expanding her mind, then organising someone else to cook our meals," her father sighed, clearly having had many of these conversations with him before.

"Father, I need to speak to you privately," she said quietly, turning her attention to Alvis. She somehow resisted the urge to berate her uncle.

Before he could answer though, a loud bang resonated from behind them and they turned to see the man in the throne, sat forwards, his spear having hit the floor to gain the attention of the room.

Immediately a silence fell as all attention turned to the front. Her father gave her a look as if to say, later, before turning to face the throne. She took a step back to blend with the front of the crowd. She gave a sigh, a knot of anxiety beginning to build in her stomach as she realised what she must do.

"Lord Alvis, you may approach." The eye-patch's man's voice was commanding. Though not loud, his voice carried throughout the room. Her father went to the bottom of the steps, and knelt before the man. His helmet placed under his arm and Frykte held vertically on the other side. "Speak."

"Odin, all father and king to the nine realms, it has been my honour and pleasure to have served in the royal guard for 3 millennia. I wish to thank you for giving me the privilege of serving you and your family. It is with a heavy heart I must ask your permission to be relieved of my duties as I am no longer the young man I once was." Her father spoke loudly and clearly to all the room to hear.

She found herself thinking it all very pompous, she knew her father and Odin had arranged and agreed everything already, and today was simply the show for rest of the noble class, an act for them to feel they were involved with Odin's court.

"Lord Alvis, you have served with great honour and dignity. You will be rewarded for your hard work and commitment with a place on my council. May the wisdom you have lead the royal guards with, be now used to help govern the people of the nine realms." Odin spoke with such authority, she wondered if anyone had ever challenged him. Her face was split in a wide smile as she looked proudly at her father, knowing how much the king's word meant to him. "As is tradition in your family, the time has come to give Frykte to the next in line, if they be worthy, as it has been since the time of our fathers and their father's before them."

Her father nodded before he stood up and and walked up the steps before placing Frykte at the feet of the king, the runes no longer glowing a faint blue. Alvis then stepped down the steps, remaining stood as his body turned to the two men from before stood to the side.

"If it pleases the King, may I present my nephew Lord Hagen son of Frey, who is by right, the next male in line to Frykte." She felt herself bite her cheek to stop her interrupting there and then as she watched, what could only be described as a saunter, as her cousin approached her father and knelt on the floor before the Allfather.

"Very well, is there anyone who wishes to challenge this claim?" Odin asked.

She took a deep breath, stealing her nerves before she stepped forward.

"I do!"

She felt every single head in the room turn to look at her as she stepped away form the crowd, the buzzing in her head skyrocketing. She did her best to ignore it all, focusing instead on keeping eye contact with the King, her shoulders rolled back and her head held high.

"I wish to lay my claim as the first born of Lord Alvis and therefore the true heir to Frykte." She said, hoping no one noticed the slightly wobble in her voice.

"This is outrageous!" A bellowing voice could be heard but not from Odin. Instead her uncle had spoken, his face almost bright red in his anger at her outburst. "She is but a women, Frykte goes to the first born male heir, she has no claim."

"Lady Geni, how do you answer these questions?" Odin asked, his face impassive and voice calm.

"Sire you cannot allow such-"

"I have known Lady Geni since she were but a child Lord Frey, and I know she is no fool. She would not speak up unless there were good reason," Odin interrupted her uncle, silencing him with a look before turning his attention back to her. "Lady Geni,"

With another deep breath she approached the throne, opening the book in her hand and holding the page out to the King.

"Allfather, I do not disagree Frykte belongs to the first born, but no where in our texts does it specify it must be the male heir, simply the first born," she said, coming back down the steps to kneel beside her cousin who was staring at her with wide eyes and no quite sure if he could stand yet or not. "As Lord Alvis's first and only child, it should be myself it is gifted to and Lord Hagen who challenges me to the right to wield it."

She kept her head bowed, waiting for a response. She could feel the room hold its breath as the waited for Odin to make a decision. She dare not look at her father for fear of the embarrassment and anger in his eyes.

Suddenly a small chuckle could be heard from above her and she looked up to see Odin give her a small smile.

"The Lady Geni is right, no where does it say it must be a male heir. It appears our own biases have clouded are memory." She almost collapsed from the relief of hearing his words. "She has rightful claim to Frykte."

"Then I wish to challenge!" Hagen next to her almost shouted after his father had sent him a look telling him to do so.

"As you are allowed too," Odin said with an impassive look. He then turned his attention to the room before making his announcement. "Tomorrow at midday, Lord Hagen will challenge Lady Geni for the right to be given Frykte."

Conversations broke out amongst the room and she finally risked a glance up to her father. She was surprised to see no anger in his eyes, only admiration as well as a knowing smile. She did not ponder on it for too long a her eyes travelled back across the throne, to a particularly pair of blue ones which were seeking her out.

She looked at Loki and saw the look of pride in his eyes, and for not the first time, she understood why he enjoyed creating mischief so much if this was the result.

Suddenly the images changed around her.

The wind was biting, the battle raged and then she was falling…

Samantha lunged up to a sitting position, a cold sheen of sweat covering her. A cool breeze crossed her face and she took a moment to gather her surroundings. The faint sound of the telly caught her attention, having to squint her eyes from the brightness when she looked towards it.

Her eyes managed to wander in the darkness to see the clock on the wall showing it was just past midnight. She looked down to see she had fallen asleep on the sofa after work, still clad in her jeans and t-shirt. She hadn't even managed to take her trainers off.

Her hands came up to wipe some of the grogginess from her eyes as the effects of the nightmare finally startled to settle. She wasn't surprised she had fallen asleep straight after work, the exhaustion from her poor sleep finally catching up with her.

It had been a few days since she had been to the museum, as with before the trip, the trend of waking up in a cold sweat and the feeling of falling to her death had continued every night. It wasn't exactly a recipe for a good sleep.

Now Samantha was plagued with these weird dreams of a golden city, her mind making up a story about Geni and the supposed mythical weapon from the museum. Tonight had been the first one since the night at the museum but this one had been longer, the imagers clearer.

She gave a dramatic shake of her head, as if to dispel the thoughts from her mind, conscious of how crazy it all sounded. The last thing she needed was another thing for Dr Angelo to pick up in their session tomorrow, well later today she should say.

Samantha reached for the remote and turned off the news report about the upcoming G7 summit. She reached her arms over her head to stretch out her back as she stood and then made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

As she stood taking a few sips, her eyes wandered over to the fridge were photos of her and her father were placed with magnets. Her eyebrows furrowed as worry swept over her, concern for her father.

It had now been just under two weeks since her father had left for the states and she was still yet to hear from him following his initial I've arrived safely text. It wasn't like him, when gone for long periods he would aim to send some sort of message every few days to let her know he was okay. She gave some leeway since he was in another country, but now nearly 2 weeks had passed and alarm bells were ringing in her head.

For a moment, she thought about calling the police then and there, report him as missing. But would the police be able to do anything? Was this a case of contacting the embassy? She honestly had no clue.

Just as she started to plan how exactly to go about reporting a missing person in another country, the sound of the a new email alert from her laptop caught her attention.

She wandered back into the living room to see the little red icon over her email box. Samantha clicked on it and gave a sigh of relief when she saw the email address of her dad under sender.

Her relief was short lived though, as there was no message written, only video attached. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was some sort of virus but after a quick check with her laptop security and reassurance it was genuine, she finally clicked on the video.

After a few seconds of loading, the screen produce the image of her father. He was hunched over a desk, staring directly into his own laptop's camera. The background was white, as if he was in a lab of some kind but it was too generic to give her any clues as to where he may be. Overall he didn't look to worse for wear but then she looked into his eyes and saw the panic there. Something was wrong.

"Samantha, if you're getting this, then I'm sorry," her father said immediately putting her on edge. "I hoped I would never have to ask this of you, but I need your help."

She had to remind herself to breath, as she leant forward and listened to the video intently.

"There's not much time to explain, but this job I'm on is more serious then I could have ever imagined. This may be the most important work of my life but I'm in trouble and I'm sorry, but now you are too."

Samantha could feel her breathing pick up at his words, a nervous energy beginning to tighten in her gut.

"When you get this email, you'll only have 15 minutes until they arrive at the flat. Take these coordinates, latitude 38.887100 and longitude -77.002850, there's more information waiting for you there."

Her father gave a pause on screen, clear regret and worry crossing his eyes before hard determination set in.

"You can't trust anybody," the pleading in his voice made her take a deep breath in shock. "I'm sorry Samantha to drag you into this, but know you are capable of more things than you think. I love you."

The video finished and Samantha was left looking at her own startled expression in the black screen. Her brain seemed to falter for a moment.

Her father's words finally started to sink in. Her first reaction was it must be a joke of some kind. But then she knew her dad, she knew already how big his current case was. It was more than a simple re look at a cold case, like his usual jobs.

No, this one he had been working at for weeks, days and nights consumed with it. She hadn't seen him like this since his days in the police. When he hadn't got in contact with since his first text, she had known something was wrong and the video she received was proof.

You'll only have 15 minutes until they arrive at the flat

Her dad's voice came back to her and it was if her brain had finally caught up.

Samantha stood up, slamming her laptop shut and grabbing it in one hand before running through to her room. She found her largest rucksack and threw her laptop in before grabbing what she might need. Clothes were thrown in without prejudice, draws left open as she scrambled to pack her bag against the ticking clock.

Ten minutes

She would need money….Samantha ran through to her dad's room and dropped to the floor, lifting up a loose floor board and putting in the code for the security box inside the hidden compartment. Her dad's hidden stash of money he kept for emergencies.

Eight minutes

Samantha stood up and looked around, wondering what else she might need that she couldn't grab on the road….her mind remembered the coordinates. Running back to her bedroom, she grabbed one of the books from her room which contained a map of the world. Her finger trailed over the pages until it landed on the US. So good, he's still in America she thought…wait passport!

Five minutes

She ran back into the kitchen pulling open draws trying to find where her dad put her passport. Every sound from the street outside gave her pause, wondering if her dad had overestimated how long she had. She found the brown booklet in the bottom of draw next to the fridge.

Three min—

The sound of multiple feet running up her stairwell caught her attention. Definitely not what she would expect on a weeknight. She popped her head round the corner to look at the front door, and could see the shadows beginning to form on the other side.

Grateful she was still in jeans and trainers, Samantha went back into her bedroom, shutting the door and looking for an alternative way out. She gave a jump when she heard the crash coming from the hallway, letting her know her door was no longer standing.

Running over to her window, she slid it open and began to climb out through it. With one leg in her room and one leg outside, she paused when she saw the drop below. Though two flights up, her window backed out on to the top of a hill about one storey below. She hesitated wondering if she was about to make a stupid mistake.

Suddenly her door was flung open and Samantha saw the barrel of gun aimed towards her. Before a shot could be fired she flung herself over the edge. She gave a grunt of pain as she landed on her side, letting the momentum take her, rolling down the hill to the bottom.

"Over there!"

Samantha head a shout behind her but she was already on her feet running. Somehow the fall didn't hurt her a much as she expected…but then again the adrenaline in her system was probably helping with that. The sound of gunshots hitting the floor behind her gave another shock to her system.

She came out on to the street in front of her flat building and froze when in front of her were 3 more men glad in black, clearing carrying weapons, beside them two large black SUVs. The trio gave her an odd look but Samantha tried to play it cool, As calmly as she could, she slowed her movements, pulled her hood over her head and began to walk in the direction of the Underground station.

The sound of a radio crackling to life caught her attention but she didn't pause to look back.

"Target is a blonde female in a black hoodie with blue rucksack running from the back of property,"

Samantha started to run again. She turned around the corner and ran as fast as she could. She could hear one guy was chasing after her on foot. It may have been just after midnight, but the streets of London were still busy. Even trying her best to avoid people she still collided with multiple persons, each one less impressed than the last. With how fast she was going, she was like wrecking ball, knocking down everything in her path.

She looked over her shoulder to see the man giving chase was struggling with the crowd as much as she was.

Seeing a park on the other side of the road, Samantha dashed across. A car's horn blared as she cut the driver off, lucky not to be hit. She gave them an apologetic hand up but did not stop.

Making it in to the park she gained speed now there were no obstructions. She gave a look over her shoulder to see the man giving chase was now 100m behind her, she wasn't sure when that happened but as they ran, the distance only seemed to grow between them.

As she reached the other side of the park, her heart sank when she saw one of the SUVs from before pull up with three men in all black climb out and start running towards her.

"Shit," She muttered as she pushed off her left foot and turned right to head for another exit to the park.

She was about to hit a scattering of trees which would hopefully provide some cover when the tree next to her took a bullet. Samantha knew she didn't live in the best part of London but a gun shoot out like this should surely have attracted police attention by now?

She ducked in between the trees, somehow avoiding being shot out by multiple people. As she ran she started to think of the nearest Underground station to her from here, knowing it was the only way she was going to lose her pursers. If she banked left, there would be a station just on the other side of the fence and she had put enough distance between herself and the group to give her time to climb it.

With a sudden turn to the left, she made her way to the tree line. Sure enough she could see the blue sign with a familiar red circle on the other side of the fence. What she didn't expect was how high the fence was. Picking up speed as she approached her plan was to jump up enough to grab the top of the railing. What she didn't expect was to clear the fence and land in a crouch on the other side.

The people on the pavement stopped to give her a funny look and Samantha's head whipped around to see the fence she had cleared, at least 2 meters high. She didn't stare for long though as the second SUV turned on to the street and came to a screeching halt. She didn't wait to see how many men appeared this time and instead made her way to the Underground, annoying the splattering of commuters as she raced passed them.

When she hit the ticket barriers, she placed her hands either side and easily jumped over them, grateful no transport police or underground staff were around to stop her. She could hear the heavy footsteps behind her and the sound of alarm and indignation as people were pushed out of the way.

She looked up to see a Northern Line was due in a minute, knowing she could grab that to then switch to Piccadilly to head to Heathrow airport, she started making her way to the platform.

The sound of the men chasing her was getting closer but Samantha could see the train in sight. With one final effort she was able to push forward and jump on to the train just as the doors slid shut. She turned around to look at the men who only managed to reach the platform as the train pulled away, their eyes scanning the crowd still looking for her.

Once in the tunnels, the adrenaline finally seemed to leave Samantha, and she all but fell into the empty chair next to her. She knew she was covered in sweat and her breathing was coming out hard and fast.

The implications of what had just happened finally seemed to catch up with her. Samantha had problems, she knew that, but she never expected to be chased by men carrying guns. Her dad hadn't been lying in the video when he said it was serious. The fear for her father multiplied by 10 as if that was what she was dealing with here, what the hell kind of trouble was he in over there?

"It's okay dad, I'm coming for you," Samantha whispered.

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