Sigourney Avaldamon

by Sigourney Avald

She's immortal. She does not want to be but she is. She wants to know why, they told her it was a gift from the Norns, that she was a demi-god. She doesn't want to be. She just wants it all to end, but what happens when the Avengers find out about her? Will they change her look on like or will she help Thantos in his destruction of the universe?

1. Chapter 1

I have decided being immortal is not at all what we expected. It's sad and lonely, and as time goes on you become disappointed with the world you had come to know and love as a child. Bloody wars, oppression, all merge in your head after a while, and it's the only thing you can recall from your long past. Every day I must remind myself that my name is Sigourney Avaldamondaughter, I was born 7 Harpa 567, I am 1148 years old, my father was Avaldamon Arkynson, and my mother was Britt Diedrikdaughter. I believe I had a brother, his name would have been Fridrik Avaldamonson, I don't remember any-more but the name always sticks out. I was told the Norns took mercy on me the day my family died, but I don't count it as mercy, it's a punishment.

I can't stay in one place to long in fear the humans will find out my secret. Am I human anymore? I think I was told I was a half-god, half of what god I don't know but when I find out I'm going to kill them for doing this to me. I never asked for this, I never wanted this. If I had known this is what I would become I would have never have thanked the Norns for sparing me. The world is not kind, the world does not deserve forgiveness, nor do the people who walk the surface of it. Four years ago something strange happened, two gods I had not seen for 1000 years suddenly showed up again, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufyson. I had thought they abandoned this realm long ago. They should have.

I watched their battle from the sidelines, I watched how the metal man shot magic from his hands, and how the scrawny little one morphed into a monster, the man out of time almost ran out of time, and I watched my gods fight, and the assassins not run for once. I watched it all and judged. I judged their worth, I've caught myself doing that for a while now, and I judged their actions. I a caught something, something not even the great tenderer caught. Loki Laufyson was not using his magic. I thought it strange at the time but soon ignored it. I watched when Thor Odinson dragged Loki Laufyson home like a prisoner. I watched the downfall of the metal man, soon known to me as Anthony Stark, and his metal army. I watched the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the heartbreak of the man out of time, the Captain of The United States of America, Steve Rogers. I watched in Greenwich, England, The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, as Thor saved the universe from total destruction, I wish he didn't. I watched as the Silver Metal Man, the quick one, and the red mind mage, almost destroyed Midgard, I wish they had succeeded. I watched as Thor saved the nine realms from tearing themselves apart and I watched as Captain America did the same for Midgard. I watched it all, I watched as three infinity gems came and went, as did the chances of my everlasting peace. I watched and I remembered.