Ivar's p.o.v.
"Give me... one reason... why I should spare your life.", I say to the wizard, my blade pressed on his neck.
"I told you it wasn't me. I didn't do anything. You have the wrong person.", he speaks in a shaky voice.
"I told you, AND HIM a million times... If you want my help, she won't be harmed. And what do you do? You set a trap and try to kill her!", I say, grabbing his jaw, squeezing it.
"I assure you the Dark Lord has nothing to do with this. He would never-"
"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. If any of his followers EVER try to harm her again, I will end his life. You either resolve this between you or I will get involved. Do you understand?", I ask, looking into his eyes and he nods a few times.
"Yes.", he tells and I let go of him.
"You can go now.", I say, walking towards my table.
As Igor walks out, Ulf joins me in the room.
"Is my assistance required?", he asks.
I glide my fingers down my jawline, contemplating my next move.
"I think so.", I say, after a few seconds of silence.
"Is that smart?", Njal, who's been standing in the corner all this time, asks.
"I have my doubts that Voldemort will take this situation seriously.", I explain, looking at him.
"If we interfere now, that can be taken very negatively. We don't need another misunderstanding.", he continues and Ulf looks at him, "I disagree. This was no misunderstanding, it was a direct attack."
Njal nods, "I understand but I think it would be smart if we let them handle this in between them. If it doesn't turn out positively, then we can interfere."
"And wait for another attack on her? His followers and obviously idiots.", Ulf continues his narrative.
"But he is not."
"Enough!", I say firmly, making both of them stop talking.
Ulf is young and blood-thirsty. He's like an injured animal, waiting to attack everything that moves. Young and naive. Njal, on the other hand, is strategic and always sees a few steps ahead. Old but wise.
"We will wait.", I say with a heavy heart.
"But, Ivar-"
"I said enough!", I interrupt him.
"It will be as I say."
"Of course.", Ulf shakes his head, obviously not pleased with my decision.
"You can leave now.", I say and Ulf exits, leaving Njal behind.
"Did she hear you?", Njal asks, approaching the table.
I nod, "She did."
"Good. That will plant another seed in her buried memory. Hopefully, the plant will slowly grow.", he tells and I nod again, "Hopefully."
Evelyn's p.o.v.
I wake up covered in sweat, breathing heavily. Since that fight during the first task, I've been having these weird dreams. I wouldn't even call them dreams. Actually, I don't know how to call them. I constantly feel like I should be remembering something, but I can't. And what should I be remembering?
I pull my legs out of the comfort of my bed and walk towards the bathroom. After turning the lights, I splash wanter onto my face a few times, hoping the cold would clear my head. Walking back, I check the time. Three in the morning. I tuck myself in again and close my eyes, hoping I will fall asleep soon. And that's exactly what happens.
X X X
Thor swings his sword towards me and I block it, but the hit is strong and my hand lets go of it. This is the fifth time that happened today.
"Again.", he speaks with a serious voice.
The moment I pick the sword up he attacks me and I drop it. Again.
"You're not present, Evelyn.", he informs me of the obvious.
"I have a lot on my mind.", I say, picking the sword up.
"Your mind follows you on the battlefield. Learn how to clear it."
"I know... I know.", I say feeling frustrated.
Thor lowers his sword and slowly walks towards me.
"Whats on your mind?", he asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.
I sigh, "I don't know."; I say and he frowns.
"I'm having like these weird dreams.", I say, pacing around the room.
"What kind of dreams?", he asks, sitting down on an old chest.
"It started with a pair of icy blue eyes. I don't remember the face but I remember the eyes. Then, I started to have dreams about a woman that looks like me, holding a baby and singing to it.", I say, closing my eyes, picturing the scenes.
"Maybe you want a baby.", he blurs out and I look at him.
"What? No."
"You don't want a baby with Severus?", he asks and I blink a few times.
"This is.. okay, this is not the subject at all right now."
"Okay, sorry... continue."
"The woman is similar to me but she's not me and she looks elvish, kind of. She's dressed in, like, a white long dress and she's sitting on a rocking chair and singing to the baby."
He smiles, "My mother used to sing to me when I was a child.", he speaks and I make a face, looking at him.
"I'm very delighted to hear that.", I say sarcastically.
"What song is she singing?", he asks.
"That's the point. It's not in English. It's a weird language."
He frowns, "Well do you remember the words or something?"
I sit down and place my head in my hands. Closing my eyes, I do my best to remember. I can hear the rocking chair make squeaky noises and the soft voice from the woman. Her voice sends chills down my back.
"Neska diva neska, divial divial vera notka vah la nebesaka.", I repeat her words.
"What did you say?", I hear Thor's voice and open my eyes.
He's standing in front of me, looking at me like I lost my mind.
"What?", I ask, feeling confused.
"Svartalfheim.", he tells.
"I don't know what that is."
"The words you spoke, that's the language of Svartalfheim, realm of Dark Elf's."
"Okay. Why would I dream of Dark Elf's?"
"You're asking me that question?"
"Well, obviously."
"I don't know but I do know the language when I hear it."
"Well what does it mean?"
"Daughter beautiful daughter, travel travel trough the night over to the sky."
"Sounds nice.", I say right before the door opens.
"The Avengers are almost here.", Severus informs us and I smile, standing up immediately.
"We're coming.", I say and he nods, closing the door again.
Thor's p.o.v.
I'm walking towards Hagrid's hut, hopefully to find Loki there. I see him slowly approaching me.
"Aren't you going the wrong way?", he asks.
"I need to talk to you.", I say, grabbing his arm and puling him after me.
"Hey, what are you going?", he asks, yanking his arm away from my grip.
"Evie has dreams about the Dark Elf's.", I say as we enter the woods.
He frowns, "Excuse me?"
"Who did Silver marry?", I ask him, slowly connecting the dots in my head.
"How the hell should I know that? You talked to Odin, not me."
"Was it a Dark Elf?"
"Thor, I don't know. Wait... you think that Stark is his daughter?"
"How can she be dreaming about something she never saw or knew it exists. Elfs are known for having a good memory. What if her dreams aren't dreams, but memories she has before coming to Midgard? Realistically, she should have died in that lake but she didn't. She came out like nothing happened. Her injuries heals almost as quick as ours and she's very good with a sword. When she was on Asgard, odin avoided her and I always thought it was because she was from Midgard. What if he was avoiding her because she's an elf?"
"Do you know how Dark Elf's look like?"
"Silver is not a Dark Elf."
"I'm not sure what you want me to say. Your theory is a fairytale."
"But it's possible."
"Well, go too Asgard and we will find out."
Evelyn's p.o.v.
"Nat!", I yells excitedly, running towards Natasha and giving her a tight hug.
"You're looking good.", she tells, smiling.
I see Clint standing behind her so I hug him as well.
"How have you been?", he asks.
"Quite well actually.", I say.
"Hello. I'm glad you hugged your brother first.", I hear Tony complain.
"You know I love you too.", I say as we hug.
"I have my doubts but okay."
"Good to see you Evie.", Steve approaches and gives me a tight hug.
Before, the first person I would go too is Steve but I know Severus has questions about him and I don't want to add too that.
"Bruce.", I say as we hug.
"Wellcome Avengers. We are honored to have you hear.", Albus speaks after we're done being emotional.
"Albus, it's nice to see you.", Nick tells him as they shake hands.
"Likewise, Nick."
"This is a huge castle.", Tony comments, taking his glasses off.
"It's beautiful.", I say.
"Makes Stark Tower look like a little baby."
"Don't build a castle, Stark. Your ego would explode.", Nick comments and Clint laughs.
"We see that happen on a daily basis, nothing would change.", Steve comments.
"Overblowing it like usual, Rogers."
"You seem very happy.", Severus whispers to me as everyone chats.
"I am.", I say, placing my hand on his arm.
"I hope you take your mind off of things, now that they are here. You need a time out.", he tells me, rubbing my back.
"I hope too."
"Well, let's go inside and take a look around the castle.", Albus tells and everyone follows him.
As we're walking, Nat pulls my hand, signaling me to slow down.
"What?", I whisper as Albus explains the history of Hogwarts to my teammates.
"What was that all about?", she asks and I frown, "I don't understand."
"You seem quite close with professor Snape.", she tells with a smile.
"Oh, that."
"Are you two a thing?", she asks.
"Can we... talk about this later?"
"Oh my God, you two are a thing!", she tells a bit too loud so Clint turns around and looks at us.
"Shhhh. Please, we will talk, I promise."
Albus leads them trough the castle but Thor and I have to go since our class starts soon.
"Are you okay?", I ask him as we walk towards the classroom.
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"You've been acting weird this whole time."
"I have to go to Asgard as soon as possible.", he informs me and I frown, "Why?"
"I have some questions for my father."
"Is it about my dreams?", I ask and he nods, "Yes."
I stop walking, "Thor, what is going on?"
"It may be nothing.", he tells, looking at me.
"Don't do that to me, I want to know what's going on.", I say, getting angry a little.
"We're going to talk after I see my father."
"But-"
"End of the discussion.", he tells and walks away.
X X X
Somethings going on. Somethings not right, I can feel that, and the answer lies in the files on my computer. I'm already dressed for the dinner, walking around my laptop, trying to figure out how to turn this thing on.
"Where the hell is electricity when you need it."
As I said the words, enlightening comes.
"Oh my God. How stupid can I be?"
I pick up my laptop and ran out of my room, towards the place that has everything you need, when you need it. Room of Requirement.
Soon enough the door appears and I rush in, opening my laptop the moment I step inside.
"Yes!", I yell after I push the start button and my screen lights up.
I type my password and immediately search for the USB that's been plugged in for days now.
"Okay, okay. Calm down Eva, you still have forty-five minutes before dinner. You dan do this.", I say to myself, placing the laptop on a table.
"Let's start with Tony.", I say, opening his file.
"Oh Jesus.", I say when a bunch of stuff appears on my screen.
Luckily, my dad put me into a fast reading group and I go trough his file quickly.
Nothing. Just usual crapping on Tony Stark.
Next, Howard Stark.
His file contains mostly informations about his research and some Hydra files.
There's a lot more and I'm loosing time right now.
I take a few deep breaths in attempt to calm my heart down and clear my head. If you wanted to hide something, where would you hide it? In the place that no one would ever look. I open my eyes and search for Maria Stark. Opening her file, I see one more. And I frown.
"Adoption papers?", I say out loud.
Opening that file there are only two documents. Police report and court decision so I click on the court decision, not aware how my life is going to change from this moment.
X X X
I slowly open the door and see everyone sitting at the big table... chatting, laughing, having a good time. I'm not angry. I don't feel anger. I feel disappointment. The imaginary knives in my back block my lungs and every breath I take feels like torture. My life... is a lie. In fifteen seconds my world fell apart. Fifteen seconds... that's all it took. For more than twenty years I have been lied to. Everyday. Every...day.
"You okay champ?", I hear Clint's voice but my eyes are focused on only one person. It's like no one else exists in the room. Just me and him.
He finally notices me and smiles weirdly, "Where you born on a boat? Close the door behind you."
His voice used to bring me comfort. Now, it brings me pain.
"I'm adopted?", I ask him, looking at his eyes as they loose their spark.
The room goes silent. I can feel eyes on me but I don't see anyone except Tony.
His face looses blood immediately and he goes pale within seconds. No more running from it... now, it's time he faces his worst fear and my worst emotions.
