Author's Note:
Hello, everyone, and welcome to Prophecy Foretold.I wanted to give an awareness as to what this story will contain. This is not a story for children. This story will contain extreme bouts of violence, torture, sexual situations and themes, and will loosely follow MCU version of Loki and Thor, but will contain Nordic properties as well. Please read with this in mind.
I also have not stopped writing my other story, "Out of Time," I am just currently experiencing writers block on where I want the next chapter to take us. Please be patient, I am currently working on it as well as this new concept that has been playing in my head for a few months now.
Without further a-due, please enjoy the first official chapter of Prophecy Foretold.
Chapter 1: Her Light
Addie's POV
My life had always been in a single row. Everything lain out before me, from my dress, to my hair, to my schedule, to the end of my life. It was exhausting, and quite frankly, boring. I suppose one wouldn't think so, if they realized I lived on a different world than others. But my story didn't start with the man who changed the predictability of my life, it started the day I was born. And if I am to tell you how we reached this point, the battle, the blood, the adoration and love, I need to tell everything. I need to start at the beginning.
My mother was very proper, and elegant, and dutiful. She was an unearthly level of beauty that most were envious of, with her golden hair, her deep blue eyes, her lean build, and her soft but angular features. She captured the attention of everyone in the room wherever she went, including Odin's.
Odin was married to Frigga, our beautiful and shining queen. He was coarse, and refined, and always held himself tall. However even he was captured by my mother's beauty. Mother insists nothing ever happened between them, but that there were these moments, stolen ones, where it would seem it were only them in the world. But they were both with other people. Odin with Frigga, and my mother with Camden, my father.
My father was not married to my mother for love, if anything was clear in my upbringing, it was that. He married her out of duty, and because of her beauty. He wasn't evil, but he was dark. He didn't radiate the usual light our people had. He always stood stiff and tall with his brown hair and emerald eyes, and he was a fierce warrior, and held himself as one.
When I was born, something had happened. My mothers life force drained completely the moment I took my first cry in this life, and my father had told me that he knew from that moment, I was destined for something. I was born with my mothers golden hair, and my fathers green eyes. He swears that when I was born and cried the first time, the vines in the room with us on the wall cowered away. When I had my first laugh, our gardens bloomed like never before. He said I was filled with an ancient power, and would eventually lead this world into a new era. I was a prophecy foretold.
I was catered to for years. Everyone did their best to give me anything I wanted, for until I could control these gifts, they reacted to my emotions. If I was sad, it would rain for days, until it nearly flooded the entire world we lived on. If I felt joy, we experienced bountiful happenings, our flowers blooming, our grains growing, our people content. And one day, it will be my duty to lead this world I grew up in to a more successful era.
That's what I was told all my life. I was the key to a bountiful future. It was my destiny. And I never was told of the opposite. What I could do to the world. The darkness I could bring.
When I was 7 years old, I was introduced to the princes of Asgard. I was to wed one of them, and stand by their side to care for our kingdom. They believed it would be a perfect match. But only one caught my eye.
Thor was rambunctious, and filled with pride and ego, even then. Loki, Loki was soft, and gentle, and pensive. Thor always wanted to play battle warriors, while Loki and I would sit for hours reading together. Thor was heavily built and strong, Loki was leaner and more equipped for the arts, like his mother Frigga.
At the age of 15, I was told who my husband would be.
"Father, please," I begged. "Please reconsider. He is outlandish, and I prefer Loki. There's something there, I can feel it, and I think he feels the same towards me." My father weighed me with his eyes.
"Adeline," his voice grew sharp. "You knew you would be the bride to the chosen king. Thor is the future king, not Loki. You are destined to stand by Thor's side and bring us into a new age, and you will do so as his bride." At that very moment, I despised my life. I wanted to be with someone I loved, not someone for duty. I refused to be my mother in that aspect.
I felt an electric current in my palms. "I have done everything that has been asked of me since the day I was born! I can fulfill my prophecy standing by a man I love rather than standing with a man out of duty! I refuse!" I cried. His hand slammed down on our dining room table.
"You will do as you are told! Now, you are to go upstairs, put on a beautiful dress, fix that mane you call hair, and we will leave to discuss the wedding arrangements with Odin and Frigga!" He boomed, his voice echoing through the home. I felt the electrical current increase, and suddenly there was a loud clap over our home. My father immediately shriveled down slightly, as his head whipped outside. He looked back to me, with a resigned look on his face.
"Addie, I know you wish to marry Loki. But Loki has been deemed unfit for the throne. You need to do this, for your people," he said, more quietly. The electricity filled slightly, and the tears in my eyes gathered. I was no longer angry, I was just devastated. I had grown so close with him, he was the only one who didn't treat me as a fragile flower, or a time ticking bomb. When I was with him, I just felt peace. And they are taking my peace from me.
However, as the years went on, Thor merely grew more ambitious for war and fighting. He was deemed unfit for the throne after he attacked one of the other realms we had a peace treaty with, and Odin thus banished him. With him banished, I leaned more on Loki. And we grew closer than ever.
"It seems I have found you, exactly where I thought you would be," his smooth voice carried across the room. I looked up from my book with a smile. "Reading another book are we?" He questioned, stepping to my side and bending down to my height in the chair. "Haven't you read everything by now?" I giggled slightly.
"You know me so well, now do you?" I teased. I sighed and closed the book. "I was reading another Earth classic again. This one was Romeo and Juliet," I whispered. He looked at me, understanding why I chose that particular book to read again.
"Come to my chambers," he whispered into my ear, and my body felt alight with a new kind of electric current. I took in a short breath and nodded. He guided my hand to the inside of his elbow and we walked to his chambers, which happened to be nearby the library.
As soon as the door closed, I felt his arms wrap around me from behind, and I sank into his embrace.
"I've placed an enchantment on the room, Addie," he whispered. "Only our ears are listening. And I must tell you something of importance." I turned but he held me still.
"Loki?" I questioned softly. "I want to see your eyes, please?" But suddenly, his hands, his chest that I was pressed flesh against, they were colder, and I looked down and saw that his hands now had a bluish tint. I gasped and whipped around, and he let me. What I saw made me stop.
His skin, it was tinted blue, and the whites of his eyes were redder, swollen as if he were crying but no tears were present. Instead, his eyes held sorrow, and a sense of fear.
"I have discovered I am not Asgardian, Adeline," he whispered. "I am a frost giant. And I was taken by Odin as a child. I am so confused Addie, and I'm so angry. I'm a monster," he cried. I slowly reached my hand to his face, as I looked into his hurt and angry eyes.
"Loki," I whispered back to him. "You are no monster. You are still the same man I have come to know, my darling." He ripped out of my grasp.
"How can you say that?" He seethed. "LOOK AT ME! I am a monster! This is why I was not eligible for the throne! I was lied to my whole life! Why are you not infuriated with me?" I grabbed his hands as he tried to pull away further from me, panic setting in.
"No, Loki, you are still you. Please, you're not a monster! I love you," I pleaded. He stopped in his place and looked at me, his eyes and skin returning to the parlor I knew.
"You-you can't mean that Addie. I am not fit for you. You are promised to Thor, even though he is banished I know father is going to allow him to come back once he learns his lesson. We can't do this Addie," he rambled. I felt my heart sink into my stomach.
"Do...do you not love me in return? I understand if not, I just- I thought," I trailed off, my eyes filling with tears. I tried desperately to gain control over the emotions I was feeling. But the heartache I was feeling was new. He looked me in the eyes with sorrow.
"What I feel matters not. We cannot be together Adeline, you know this." The breath escaped my lungs in a quick whoosh. I searched his eyes for a lie, of any kind. He had to love me too, I can't be imagining all of this, us.
"Kiss me," I whispered. He clenched his eyes shut. I place my hand flat against his cheek. "Please Loki, kiss me, and tell me you don't feel what I do." I leaned slightly forward, leaving a hair of space between us, to allow him to make that final move.
After a moment of deliberation, hesitation, I felt it quickly. He slammed his lips against mine, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer. I gasped at the shock that leapt through me, and let out a quiet moan. His lips were soft, and warm against mine. I trailed my hands up his waist and pulled him closer as well. A new feeling was rushing through my body, but I recognized it. Arousal.
He suddenly pushed me against the wall and I cried out in a pained pleasure as my back hit the wall roughly, and he grabbed my leg and hoisted it around his waist.
"Loki," I moaned, feeling his manhood against my most sensitive parts. He moved from my lips to my neck, grinding his hips softly against mine. "Loki," I gasped. "Please, I need more," I begged. His deep eyes turned to gaze into mine, contemplating and filled with the arousal I felt in every inch of my body.
"My darling, I can't," he whispered, pulling away quickly. I gasped at the immediate loss of contact. It felt, it felt like a new piece of me was ripped away. "You are promised to my brother. This is wrong. You deserve more than what I can offer you, and as much as I want to be selfish with you, I just can't. You deserve so much more than this," he ground out. I leaned toward him and placed my lips on his neck. I felt him shudder with a breathy groan as he dug his fingers into my hips roughly.
"We could run away, Loki," I whispered against his skin. "Forget the prophecy, forget Thor, forget Asgard. We could make a new life for ourselves," I whispered. His head dropped to my shoulder, then he pushed me away, and when I looked into his eyes, something was different.
"No," he stated. "I can't. I can't offer you what you want, Adeline. Stop this at once." I felt the pain radiate throughout my body, for I never thought he would say no to me. I thought we felt the same.
"Do you not love me, Loki? Is that why you won't be with me?" I questioned.
His eyes grew colder. "Adeline," he warned. "You need to go. Now." I dropped my hands, that I hadn't realized were reaching out for him.
"I won't give up on you Loki. I love you too much to do so," I vowed, and left the chambers.
Little did I know, his path was growing darker and further from mine. And that it would be up to me to bring him back home to me.