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Chapter 15
"I-I'm sorry. H-have we met?" she tried to ask the man without stuttering. But the cold and her damp clothing were not exactly helping her at the moment to stay relaxed either. Not including the fact that her uncle/father had literally just told her she was on her own. Then again, it wasn't like Steve wanted to do this. Hell, the guy would probably prefer her to be glued at his hip after all this crap!
Softly laughing, amused by her, he shook his head and slowed to a stop. "No, no we have not, I am afraid my lovely wife kept you all to her wonderful self all these years. Sadly, my dear, Frigga was killed before she could come to Midgard and gather you. Unfortunately, I find myself running out of time and once I am gone, you shall have no one to teach you. So, I shall teach you what little I know. Come, you are in need of dry clothes," he said, tapping his cane against the stones beneath his feet and starting for the nearest clothing store. Seeing she wasn't following, he turned and slightly laughed. "Well? Do you wish to have dry clothes, or are the sobbing wet clothing you have on now adequate for you?" he teased.
Closing her mouth and shaking her head awake, Bianca shuffled into a light jog to run after the man and entered the store with him. "Who are you?" she asked under a whisper.
"Oh? Well, I'd have thought the white hair, missing eye, and cane would have given it away, and the fact that I gave you my wife's name." He told her with a tone of obvious and rather dry, humor.
Giving him a look that had him chuckling she listened to him clear his throat and approached the shopkeeper. 'What's he going to do? Try to charm her with his sarcasm?'
"No, I am merely going to ask her, Margaret, is it?" His words echoed in her mind sarcastically.
Softly huffing out a breath of annoyance, Bianca stayed close to the front door she didn't drip on the lovely thin white carpets. "It's Bianca," she muttered under her breath.
Grinning at her response he knew she didn't realize he could hear, Odin gently cleared his throat and politely waved the shopkeeper down, "Hello, young Mss. My youngest seems to have taken a liking to your lovely lake outside, unfortunately, these are the only clothing she had with her and we are going to dinner tonight for my eldest son's birthday, is there by any chance there are any dining clothes you could possibly help her search for? She doesn't have much of a styling bone in her body I am afraid. Oh, nothing to pink, please?" he politely asked the woman. He smiled his charming smile at the young lady when she smiled big and her cheeks blushed. It was honestly likely just the way the lady smiled rather than blushing at him.
But that wasn't why Bianca was looking at him with a jaw-dropping look of 'are you kidding me?'
As the lovely shopkeeper walked her away from a chuckling Odin. She'd figured it out when he'd reminded her of the clues, though she didn't know why he couldn't have simply introduced himself. After about twenty minutes, Bianca had a set for four different comfortable outfits she could mix and match, and two pairs of shoes and a nice sweater she could wear as casual or 'dinner nice' as Odin had described a little while ago. But for now, she had walked out in black hoses for the weather, dark brown mid-calf laced up boots a black spandex skirt and a cozy sized long-sleeved grey crew-cut neck sweater, the front loosely tucked into the front of the skirt, and a burgundy scarf and a small cross-body fabric green purse, her wet clothes in their own sperate bag and followed the man out of the shop after thanking the shop keeper. "Okay, so what exactly going on? How did you know where I was going to be?" she asked him.
Laughing at that, Odin cleared his throat as they walked down the strangely empty streets. "My dear, you came to me. I planted the idea in your mind before I broke the mental connection. I needed you to come to me, for you to learn something before I left. Because as I said earlier, Frigga is no longer here to teach you as she had planned to years ago. On your sixteenth birthday, you will come into an extraordinary amount of power. Power you must learn to control. Unfortunately, no one is here on earth to teach you, and I cannot send you to Asgard, I fear Loki may not teach you what you require to learn. You've already been exhibiting a little taste of it over the many years of being alive and understandably never noticed it. No one usually does."
Thinking he must be joking, Bianca chuckled at him, "No, I haven't shown any signs of any form of power. I'm just a normal earthly bound fifteen-year-old. Are you sure you have the right girl?" she asked him.
Stopping, Odin gently took hold of her hand and turned to look at her, there he carefully looked into her turquoise eyes with his one pale blue eye, then he smiled. "I am more positive you who I know you are. Daughter of Steven Rogers and Alice Divers. Your mother was once called Brenna. She was an Asgardian and dearest friend to my eldest, not Thor, no, Brenna was dear friends, loyal I should say, to my daughter, Hela. When I was forced to banish Hela, I sadly took the rest of my rage and disappointment out on your mother. Made her choose between helping me trap and banish my daughter or exile. Brenna chose exile. But, to my ever-lasting shame, I also curse her Baron. To never bear children. But I did it to also save the child of her legacy. Hela was close with Brenna. Dare I say loved your mother. Hela could be… Obsessive aside from her beauty, brains, and her determination, she was also rather cold and cruel. But never towards your mother. She was warm and gentle with Brenna. Always had me on my toes, that was for sure. Even killed the man Brenna was to marry in combat. "For if you cannot defeat me," she said to him and any who watched the dual, "you have no rights to marry her." She was… Relentless. But I still loved my daughter. But she gave me no choice. I wished to stop at Nine realms, she did not. There had been enough bloodshed, the last there needed to be was more. Any longer." Odin confessed. Sighing, he gently brushed his thumb over her cheek before nodding and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and continuing walking. "The agility, the speed, the easy way things come to you, Bianca, that is all raw talent of course, but it is also by magic. Magic which you obtained through your mother, and my wife, Frigga, when she aided your mother in helping her conceive a child. When Frigga cast her spell alongside Brenna, she embroidered her own magic, pieces of her own womb into your mother, so she could have you. You are the child that was never meant to be born. A spark of life I had once wished to keep safe. Now, with me fading, I fear your safety may be must less than safe when she finds you. She can summon you by calling your mother's blood and magic to her." He continued to explain, to warn her. No matter where she ran, Hela would always find her.
"Wait, wait. Okay, just… Just hang on for a second. What do you mean by all of this? I was never meant to be born? Your daughter is coming back and why is that bad again? And… Blood summoning? I am so confused." Bianca rattled on, her arm wrapped around Odin's back, and gently held onto the back of his jacket as they walked along the quiet streets.
Softly chuckling, Odin nodded, making their way to the cliffside. "Yes, yes it is a lot to accept, a lot to hear. But it is all true. I had my silent reasons for me cursing your mother's womb. However, when my wife did what she did, you not only became the daughter of Brenna and her husband Steven but the daughter of the most powerful Witch of Asgard. Frigga. You have both your mother's magic as well as Frigga's running in your veins. Two mothers, one father. Frigga gave her magic and her womb, Brenna and your father conceived you and Brenna carried you and gave birth to you. At the cost of her life, as well as your father's Frigga was killed twelve years later."
Suddenly feeling sick, Bianca stopped in their walk and looked up at the man explaining things to her. Things she could now say she had no clue what to think about. "Wait… a-are you saying that their deaths are my fault?" she asked sadly.
Her saddened question had Odin looking at her tearing eyes, "Good gods, no child. Your mother knew the cost of the spell she asked Frigga to aid her with, and Frigga's death was of no effect on the spell either. The spell was requested by your mother, to which your father agreed. Frigga merely gave them a spare few extra tools and a boost of magic to-to fulfill the spell. No death was the cause of you Bianca. Your mother wanted you, your father wanted you, Frigga wanted your birth as well, unfortunately, it was because of my arrogance and pride that I never told them the true reason for my baron curse on Brenna. It was, yes, a thought brought about by anger and cruelty, yes, I-I sadly admit that but when I realized that if I did ever pass on when I did, any child with Brenna's bloodline would in fact be a target for my daughter. She wanted the throne, there is no mistake about that, she wants Asgard, she wants power, she wants the ruling of every Realm she can lay claim to, and with her power, the power which she draws from Asgard, power which you also draw from Asgard, she could do it. Hela is a power unknown to any being today. Your mother the sacrifice it would take to have you, sweet girl, when your father became ill- I later learned this from my wife after Loki was returned after his arrest on earth, Brenna called upon Frigga once again and asked that she create a spell that guarded your bloodline, your magic until you were sixteen. Now, you should have already been learning magic from the moment of your fifth birthday, but with your custody going to your grandfather and aunt Frigga knew she wouldn't be able to claim you. And my wife was no thief."
"So, your wife, Frigga, did the spell, locked my magic away then?" she asked.
Nodding, Odin gently rubbed the arm he held and eased her back into their walk. "Yes, on your sixteenth birthday, the spell will vanish. What is this?" he asked, gently holding the back of her neck and moving her hair aside to see the still angry red injection site. "What is this? Does this hurt at all?" he questioned, his thumb brushing over the site.
"It's just throbbing a little now. When they arrested me in Germany the GSG9 injected me with something, I have no idea what it was, but it felt like liquid fire being injected into me."
Staring at the red area of her neck, Odin hm'ed and released her, "Come with me, I know someone who can help this." He told her with a tired sigh.
Bianca wasn't blind, nor was she deaf. She could see his exhaustion, hear it also. "Are you okay?" She couldn't help but worry. When he didn't respond, Bianca jogged after him, "Odin,"
"I am alright, come, come, this way," he said, holding his hand out for her as he headed towards the forest.
A bit concerned she was following an older guy around and actually falling into his possible delusions, she breathed out a breath and just went with it 'To hell with it, the guy's not delusional, but I'm pretty sure I am.' Shrugging she took his hand and went with him. But it got spooky very quickly. "Um… O-Odin?"
"Don't worry, she comes across scary, but she's harmless. Unless of course, you're allergic to old humor then well, maybe we shouldn't have come to her then, but she is the only one who I can think of still here on Midgard that can heal this… Infestation." He said, continuing on his journey off the path.
"Infestation?!" She asked with a shout of fright, clamping a hand over the throbbing area, her panic began to rise, which made the throbbing turn into a stinking sensation, that only made her panic further. "What do you mean by infestation?"
"Shut the screeching!" a rasping voice screeched all their own. Their voice sounded as if they'd gurgled rusty nails then got an infection of their own as they wobbled out of the camouflaged hut made out of a tree's hallowed trunk. The sudden change of scenery, the greying skies, the gloomy treetops. The old woman she would assume this was that wobbled out, their long grey-white hair hung in grimy curls, the woven and stitched dirt and rags of robes she wore had Bianca sadly staring with wide eyes. 'Um? Should we be here?'
"Oh shush, don't be rude," Odin mentally scolded her.
"Morganna, how lovely to see you again-"
"Oh, bit that old snake tongue of yours Odin Borson!" the person identified as Morganna snapped. "What the hell do yeh want!" She growled as she looked up through her grey-white grim covered hair. Her gold, snake-cut irises, and eyes burned holes into them. When her snake eyes fixated on Bianca, her snarling glare turned upward into a terrifying smirk. "Daughter of Brenna and the Goddess of Asgard herself. Well, I'll be a snakes whore," she said coldly, her toothless smirk turned into a rumble of laughter.
"You were a snake's whore, Morganna," Odin said coldly.
Bianca's jaw dropped and her eyes blew up wide as she slowly turned her head to look at Odin with utter horrified shock. "And you told me not to be rude!"
Coughing, Odin patted Bianca forward, "Morganna, she had a wound on her neck, feels-"
"Liquid fire?" Morganna asked, her eyes fiercely focused on the girl. With a grinning smirk, she held her old, pruney-like wrinkly skin out for Bianca, "Allow me to see, daughter of mortal man, Brenna, and Queen of Asgard."
Taking a breath of courage, Bianca stepped forward to her, angled her head to the side, and slipped her hair off to the side. She bit her tongue and tried to hold her breath at the stench the woman had on her skin and clothes, the gross feeling of her hand as she touched her skin.
Examining the area, Morganna hm'ed at the angry red site before she moved into the girl's neck and ran her tongue along the girl's soft skin. She laughed when the girl swallowed back her scream of shock. "They injected you with a strange poison. It attacks the body slowly. Hardly detectable until it's too late. Come now." She said, demanding them to follow her inside.
Fully grossed out, Bianca moved her hand to her neck to wipe the thick, nasty and strange way the saliva tingled, "Ew," she softly moaned. When Odin snatched her wrist captive, she looked at him, her expression still fully grossed out.
"Don't touch it," he whispered, "Come, no, no, no, leave it, it'll be alright, just leave it." He whispered, pulling her in front of him and walking them inside to watch Morganna tossing things over her shoulder as she muttered to herself.
"Come!" Morganna snapped, wobbling back over to Bianca, and grabbed her arm, forcing her across her dirt-covered wood floors, the multiple melting candles along the tabletops window shelves, and mold smelling home.
When Bianca saw the overly large dark green snake slithering out from a hole in the wall that was so dark it might have gone underground. She gasped and tried to move away from the snake as it came towards her, it's head as large as her own. "Odin-"
"Silence girl!" Morganna snapped, swinging the girl around and towards her shifting snake with a chuckling laugh at the handsome man her beloved snake shifted into. "Oh, well, how interesting," Morganna said under her breath at the man that stood there, his long dark brown hair, the chiseled jaw. His human likeness ended at the human figure's well-defined hips before continuing into the green scales of the snake's actual body.
Flying into a warm and very bare body, the painful grip that this person had caught her with and held onto her arms. Puffing out a breath of shock as she stared at the bare and very well-defined chest and abdomen she was staring at, Bianca blushed and looked up with all intentions of apologizing, but the person there she saw she knew was not the real person. His eyes were golden yellow and split like a snake's eyes as he stared down at her. The things grip it had on her arms held her firmly in place against whatever this thing was. When it opened its mouth and a hissing sound came and the fangs that extended, Bianca sucked in a breath and screamed as the creature's face it had taken on sank down into her neck, burring its fangs into her neck and injecting its venom into her body.
Walking Odin out of the snake's den casually, she sighed as she and the ancient lover and husband of her old friend walked to her home a few trees and bushes away. "Everyone is afraid of him at first, even when he takes the form of the one they trust the most. I must ask, old friend, you knew where my home was, why to take her to him?"
"His venom is the only thing that can destroy what is inside of her, counteract the poison they put in her. I only hope his venom does not kill her."
"He won't kill her, Brenna's is strong in her,"
Softly chuckling at Morganna's knowledge, Odin sighed and set his cane aside. "Morganna, you are a witch of your age, you can drop the hag's spell, my dear." He complimented.
Laughing at him, Morganna waved her hand. The grimy aged appearance of her melted away into a lovely young woman with bright red hair of tight curls and a thick figure with a smile that could light up a room. "What can I say, I love scaring away the humans, it is wonderful to see you, my friend. My heart breaks for your loss. Frigga was an exceptional Queen, woman, mother, and fellow witch."
"Yes, yes she was. Unfortunately, Frigga was supposed to retrieve the girl shortly before her sixteenth birthday, to teach her. But with her death at the hands of the Dark Elves, I fear the girl will not be ready."
"I think I may have a suggestion," Morganna said with a grinning smirk as she stood and walked to a stand to pour them both drinks and grab a bowl.
Curious about the woman's thoughts, Odin nodded and shifted a little on the chair taking the bowl of food and a cup of ale, "What are your thoughts?"
"Forgive my boldness, my friend, but with your health fading, your power is as well, meaning-"
"Hela is coming and you wish for me to deliver the very weapon into her hold I cursed to never be born? Are you well Morganna?" Odin asked with fearful wonder, leaning forward to her he gently pressed the back of his old hand to her youthful brow. But there was no temperature, no sign of fever, "Oh, I see, you are very healthy. Maybe you have finally lost your mind?"
Sighing, Morganna gently swiped Odin's hand from her forehead, "I am well, you Old crow, mentally as well as physically. I merely mean to say that even if this girl has the potential to be that powerful why not allow Hela to teach her while she is back. She would never suspect the girl to be her enemy! She is Brenna's daughter, Odin. Hela loved her. The moment she returns she will call for Brenna's bloodline."
"And if she kills the girl in a rage because of Brenna's death?" Odin asked her. He was trying to protect the girl as best he could since he failed in keeping her line from being born. Hela could be ruthless.
Taking a deep breath in of controlled aggravation at the old man, Morganna huffed out the breath and held her hands out for him, "Shall I try my hand at seeing for you then?" she requested.
Taking in a deep breath of pride and hope, Odin nodded to her and placed his hands over her open palms, closed his eye, and took an eased breath.
Calming herself, Morganna breathed out a single long breath, a bubble blowing out from her mouth and levitating between them. Taking a moment before she opened her glowing ocean blue eyes and the images began to play. "A time untold is a time unbound, change has long awaited to a new form. With darkness comes light, for there cannot be one without the other. Banished to unbanished, lost to found, abandoned to claimed. Life I see of two." She smiled with a soft blush at the man she saw with a grown woman of the teenager being taken care of by her beloved snake. Dropping the spell of seeing, Morganna breathed an eased breath, "She will not abuse the power she has, my friend, truthfully, she will prefer to never use it unless absolute necessity."
"What of her healing? Brenna was an excellent healer," he stated, taking a drink of the ale.
Sadly smiling to her old friend, Morganna shook her head softly at him, "Still trying to force a destiny upon someone where they do not wish it to be. Odin, Bianca is not Brenna, she will never be Brenna, and for good causes."
"Oh bother-dash! Absolutely rubbish!" Odin huffed. "Brenna is her mother-"
"Brenna gave birth to her, Odin Borson! Another woman has raised her! Has it never occurred to you that the destiny you think this child will have will simply be a path she must take to become a different form of the person you feared being created! Bianca is a growing child, an excellent pupil, but she is not your pupil. She was never meant to be your pupil. I am sorry. Teach her what you wish to, but eventually, and I mean soon by that, she will leave."
Sighing at seeing his defeat, Odin nodded. "Very well. In the meantime, shall we drink to our lives and those we have loved and lost?" he asked, raising his cup towards her.
Smiling to the man, she nodded, lifted her cup of ale, and tapped their cups together in agreement. "We shall, Jörmungandr will care for her," Morganna said with a smirk.
"He seems to be growing rather well, even named after his father. Will he be taking over for his father when he is old enough?" Odin commented.
Sighing, she nodded with unease at sending the youthful child out like that. But he was almost old enough to join his father under the seas. "Yes, yes he shall. He and I are both rather unfond of it, but the treasures hidden in this world must remain guarded. As must Frigga's, and our teacher's, spells and the darkness within them hidden."
She had screamed from the pain the first few minutes, trying to escape this thing's hold, mostly its teeth that were currently still in her neck, the pain that she felt slowly seeping into her body. She could feel the fangs ripping her flesh, and her struggling forced the creature to clamp its mouth and fangs tighter. Bianca shouted and grunted from the pain at being slammed back against the hard tree wall and forced down onto the floor. Weak from the venom of this thing, Bianca's lungs wheezed, fighting to breathe, her vision blurring with the sound of her heartbeat in her ears as her head dropped to the side. She felt her nervous system tingling at every end with a numbing sensation, the weight of this creature was almost too much for her to take the weaker she grew, almost like a car was being sat down on her.
When the pressure and the heat of the thing's mouth eased up, she could feel Its fangs slowly gliding out of her flesh she was too weak to move. Her brain pounded against her skull painfully. Feeling warm arms lift her up off the dirt-covered floor Bianca attempted to move, but every muscle and bone in her body, every nerve, refused to respond. All she could do was moan in weakness and pain, her eyelids sliding closed to wish away the burning light of the open windows. Then darkness and the sound of skin slithering down a hard tunnel, the chill of coldness attacked her tender skin and the feel of cold biting water enveloped her. No matter how much she wanted to move, Bianca was paralyzed.
She woke up, the sun shining, birds softly chirping, and something soft beneath her, her body seemed to be as equally covered in the soft, silkiness of whatever she laid upon. Blinking her eyes open she found a large luxurious open room. Breathless was what she'd call it, unearthly and right out of a fairytale novel with how lush and gorgeous with the gold lining of the well-crafted arch of the open windows.
"Welcome to my home, my dear." Odin's voice said softly, "Well, at least a memory of what I remember it to have once been." He spoke from somewhere in the room.
Confused, Bianca sat up slowly with a silent wince from the pain that assaulted her. "He bit me,"
"Yes, he does have a rather cruel bite, so I am told. His father does also, according to Morganna. That was her son, Jörmungandr, yes the very same as his father, The Serpent of Midgard. Morganna is Jörmungandr's mate, the father of Jörmungandr, yes rather confusing when we say it like that, but, never the less, that is his name. So, my dear, let us start some of your training, up, up, come along." Odin told her, walking around the bed and helped her stand.
She groaned as she stood from the bed, her head held in a hand while holding onto Odin for support as she continued to press her hand to her neck, searching for the wounds that creature had caused... But there were nine. 'How is that even possible?!' "Why did he have to bite me? And why the hell did you let him?" she groaned. Looking down to her little bare toes she saw the purple silk gown and the silver armor over her chest and the strap that went over her shoulder and the split open sleeves over her arms. "What-"
Amused by this, Odin sighed, "Asgardian dress. Very lovely if I say so myself. But, you only have eight hours until you wake up, so knowledge first I suppose …" And there on he began explaining a few things about the snake's venom who had bitten her before starting on the training he'd originally brought them both here to do. "Now, when bringing about defensive magic it is much like offensive. Because you wish to protect something or someone," he explained. Clapping his hands together, a shimmering gold shimmered over him, transforming his dress pants and dress shirt and jacket transformed into gold armor.
Bianca was awe-struck as she watched, the sudden echo of his sudden staff appearing and hitting the floor woke her up. When he attacked her, she shouted and dodged.
"Come on then, fight me little warrioress, try to use the shield to protect yourself, call a sword to you to defend yourself. You're strong, Bianca, use it!" He roared, attacking her again.
She was shocked, frightened, never had she seen anyone move as fast as he was now, not even her uncle. She was lost for words, and he was wearing her down fast as she dodged and tried to drown out his shouting. She had nothing to defend herself with. She spent unknown minutes, unknown hours dodging him when she'd finally figured out how to summon the shield, though it hadn't stayed up long, aside from blocking one attack. Summoning it each time to block each one of his attacks, but she was getting tired, faster than she was earlier just dodging him. Until she was flattened on her back and his spear was coming down on her was the moment she felt something under her hand.
Swinging her hand whatever had appeared, she swung out towards his spear and knocked it away from her, bringing her foot and leg up she planted her foot down against the flat blade and locked the spear between the floor, her sword, and her foot. Seeing his hesitation or struggle to remove his spear, she kicked out her foot to his face and missed when he moved back, but he hadn't seen her leg swing back up behind him and swiped the back of his leg out from under him. Rolling away from where she had fallen, Bianca stood up and took a moment to look at the sword in her hand with shock.
Breathing carefully as he rolled onto his side to stand up, Odin began to laugh at her shock, the sword he saw in her hand. It was Brenna's sword, the sword Frigga had kept in their room. One he swore he'd sent off with her after she had been killed. "Well done, well done my girl." He said looking up at her shocked now looking at him.
Dropping the sword she made her way to Odin and helped him up. A sudden silence around them caught her ear, no birds, no wind. Looking around them, she saw the flying birds frozen in mid-flight. Her hands still holding his arm, his hand still holding onto her arm when she'd helped him up.
"Four hours, well done… However, I am sad to say that I do not enjoy being the one left, so, I hope you can forgive me, Brianca, I won't see you again after this." He told her sadly, Waters suddenly splashed into the room, flooding around them in a whirlpool.
Frightened of what this was, Bianca looked around the whirlpool wall of clear cold water before looking back to the man as he spoke to her, she was confused about what this was actually, a nightmare maybe? But each time he'd struck her with the shaft of the spear had felt real. She could feel the bruises forming. But as she watched the water taking him into the water, when she felt the coldness of the clear waters touch her hand and jerked her hand away from Odin's arm, Bianca shouted with fright and pulled her hands back from the water before she was sucked up into it. Then it collapsed in on her, spiraling her around the room until everything was gone. She almost sucked in the water as she kicked and clawed at it, trying to find the surface until she found it. Gasping for air as she came out of the water, Bianca coughed, looking around for any identifiers of where she was, she was slightly relieved he found her ship, though, she did wonder how it had gotten there when she'd left it in a meadow somewhere. But, she knew one thing for sure. She was wet and cold… Again. "Fantastic." She groaned and began to swim to shore.