Kikkie: I was thinking really hard if I should write a sex scene...Then I backed out in fear, Oh my god, I couldn't do it! When I wrote this story, I pictured a man Atreus but seeing the new game and replaying the last one, I just see my sweet boy! My baby-Boy! Plus they made Angrboða now, so my image of her with red hair is like...GONE! And all I am thinking is these two teens falling in love, and here I am making an adult love story...I just feel ecky! Granted, I wrote this story three years ago and none of us knew how the sequal was going to come out, but still!
Idk, I find myself laughing at how much thought I am putting into this.
Also, side note! No more MLB comments in stories that don't relate to that series. If I had a social media account I would inform everyone that I am not doing any more of those stories. I am no longer doing MLB stories, I am sorry, but that show isn't for me anymore.
There she was, floating in the purple color reflected water, surrounded by petals. Her eyes closed, her body submerged in the water, and her lips apart. The white clothes that laid loose around her body, now stick to her as if the second layer of skin that floated above the bones to keep the body up. Her red hair, floating above the water, is like red moss that dances against the small waves. It was, as Mimir would say, an art piece.
"Angrboða." I spoke, causing her eyes to pop open and for her body to stand upwards. She stares at me with those intimidating eyes, like the time we first met, but for some reason, I didn't sense anger this time. No, I sense despair and loneliness.
"Hey." She spoke before swimming towards the edge of the small pond. Her hands grip the edge before lifting her entire red body above the water. Allowing me to see her full siltheo shape, just covered in wet silk. Walking past me, I followed close behind, staring at the back of her head.
"I am guessing Kratos told you my location…never trust the god of war, as my mother once said." She spoke, how did she know that. Stopping in my tracks, I saw the small home she had made in a cave. The entrance was covered with tree branches and tied together with vines that laid the branches down around the entrance.
"Who are you?" I asked as I watched her lift the vines, exposing the branches and allowing me to see the place she was hermitting in.
"Angrboða." She responded. Suddenly my heart begins to race and my arms begin to tighten!
"Let me ask this again." I growled at her, causing her to raise an eyebrow at me. "Who the fuck ARE you?"
"Angrboða, the Jötunn goddess of grief and sorrow." She chuckles at me with a smirk on her face. I couldn't tell if she was lying or mocking me. "When I was born, my original title was the goddess of joy, peace, and the moon! But somehow, Odin poisoned my mother and was able to rip that out of me as a unborn child, and give it to some bitch name Nanna. I think he took my ability to fix something or someone that was fucked up. Since my powers didn't work, he cursed me the day I was born, That I shall be known as the one who brings sorrow to all!"
"Mock me again, and I will throw this ax straight to your head." I growled, reaching to my back to grab my father's weapon. My mind begins to cloud with rage, I just wanted the truth! I just wanted her to tell me the truth!
"It won't hit me, trust me." She growled back to me. Instantly without thought, I threw the blade straight towards her as I said, only for the weapon to…bounce off her. The weapon bounces off her, swinging into the exposed rock between the vines.
"How did you do that?" I asked, did she know magic!?
"The blade of the ax was blessed with the blood of a certain tribe of giants." She started. "Fun fact, my father was one of the future seeing among the giants. He knew your mom."
"You…your lying." I growled between my teeth. She just shrugs her shoulder before looking to the ground. I hate it when she does that! Looking away, staring at the ground as if I was beneath her!? My fingers twitch out of my control. Soon I found myself holding her by the neck, pushing her against the side of her home. She lets out a small gasp, looking straight at me, but her expression hasn't changed.
"YOU LIE!" I shouted, I was using all of my force not to squeeze her neck. Just cuddle the small piece of flesh till it snapped! It's just like a branch, only it wouldn't grow back.
"Why would I mock you, Loki?" She talks, her voice shaking but her stare still remains strong on me. It was then I realized I she wasn't lying, she was telling the truth. Not even the gods knew my name, just my father and I…and Mimir, but that's different. Suddenly my hands release her, and she pushes me to the side. Walking back to the pond as she rubs her neck, taking a seat at the edge. I found myself doing as I did before, following her over to the edge and taking a seat right next to her. Tears begin to form in her eyes as she stares into her reflection in the water. The first tear that falls down her cheek dripped to the water, creating a circle that swam around the water. Still, her face did not change, it remained as is.
"I'm so sorry." I tell her, I reached over to try and pat her back. But now after that grip thing, I feel like I shouldn't be around her.
"It's not your fault." She muttered. "It's not any of our faults."
"Wh…why didn't you tell me?" I asked her. "When your sisters were here and-THE ARE NOT MY SISTERS!" She shouted, finally breaking that straight face of hers.
"They were monsters…" She muttered. Her face softens as her eyes begin to turn red, more tears forming but not falling. "Odin…took everything."
"What do you mean?"
(Monologue time!)
I was the youngest of seven children. All six of my sibling were brothers. They were all kind-hearted and brave. Even though they had their faults, they never did harm unless needed. My brother's warriors, hunters, and my oldest brother was a healer. My mother died due to illness when I was only 8, my father and brothers took the load and raised me in a house made of sticks and stones. Bless by the last remaining magic my mother set onto the land. The villagers would come around at times to pick flowers and gather fruit.
The trees would always produce fruit, the animals we farmed were healthy and were prosperous. The river by our home was always clear and everything was just beautiful. For 14 years, I lived a great life with my family. Then one day…he came.
The sky turned dark, and the warm air that kept me safe turned cold and dry. I remember grabbing my sword, preparing to fight whatever force came to me and my family, but I never knew that force was an Æsir! Heimdall, the very god that guards Asgard. He came down with Thor, and those two just…they just stared at us. Like we were bugs like we didn't matter.
My father, swinging his blade, he begins to screaming for them to leave, to leave us alone. I have no idea what's going on. In one blinding flash, Thor decapitates my father. His head just rolls over towards me. It was covered in blood, and he was missing a couple of teeth. What frightening me the most, was that he was trying to speak with the last moments of life, but the words just didn't come. Soon, my brother's and I found ourselves at the mercy of Thor.
That fucker didn't kill us, he kept toying with us and laughing. Every time one of my brothers attacked him, he break a limb or cut off a finger. He pulled my tongue out of my mouth with his teeth, then he went for my eyelids, and he yanked out my hair. Just hand full of red chunks of hair as Heimdall laugh as my family and I laid there bleeding to death. Finally, when we're on the verge of death, Heimdall stood up and said:
"Here! Here! All of you have committed a crime against the Æsir! Your existence combined in this one part of the world is bring forth Ragnarok! And for that, six of you will die! But only one of you will live! For one can only see into the future."
Seconds later, Thor rose his hammer to the sky. The clouds circled, turning pitch black as pedals just circled all around us. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see the end. When opened them...my brothers were crisps corpses.
Barely recognizable.
And me, I was given a choice, be thrown to Hel...or help the gods.
When I agreed, Thor spat my body parts to my feet and Heimdall reattached them. As he did this, he explained to me that my father was a giant. Although I already knew that! What I didn't know, is that my mother was a goddess who use to fuck Baldr and my existence was an abomination.
(End of Monologue)
"And that's my story," Angrboða says before looking up to the sky. The bright blue sky, was clear of elf and the roar of war. "You know, on days like this, my father would gather us around a tree my mother planted. And we would just sit there in silence. I would stare up at the sky, making finger puppets as my father reads a book, or my older brothers wrote to each other. Feeling the warm air breeze, at times I would fall asleep and dream of her. They be happy dreams too. And when I woke up, my father or one of my brothers would carry me back in their backs while laughing and joking along the way home."
She lowers her head.
"Odin promised me. That if I brought you to Asgard, that he would give it all back. He would restore my home and bring my brothers back from the dead."
"Why didn't you?" I asked.
"Because I realized I wasn't a monster. As much as I want my brothers back, I can't destroy another family to get it. I also...realized that...I might have feelings...for a certain smart ass."
"What?" I asked, only for the redhead to let out another chuckle. Looking away, she leans her body back and lays down. Staring once again at the blue sky with a smile on her face. Her arms spread out with her hair sticking to her neck.
"This place is really pretty." She spoke. "These trees just remind me of the ones I had back home. The purple petals would always sprinkle the ground, I wish you could have seen it."
"Me too," I told her before laying beside her, staring up at the blue sky. I couldn't help but to smile at the sight of a cloud that oddly was in the shape of a leaf. A moment of peace laid upon me, it was warm...like a mother's embrace.
Without a second later, her lips pressed against mine. Without thought, my arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close as her hand move to my head. It was gentle, welcoming, a feeling of a new beginning.
Kikkie: Its funny how I made this story not to long after the first game came out, and now I am still not close to finishing it and the second game is almost here. It has been three years, I am so sorry.