Chapter1 What Is It and Who Is She?

The relatively small spaceship crashed in the woods on Midgard, the engine broke and a thick haze of smoke hung in the air. Loki wearing his blue armour walked out of the spaceship, which he had borrowed from Valhalla, and had just survived a terrifying chaos.

Well, at least he knew his brother was safe now, but Thanos had taken the space stone, and thinking of this made him a little terrified.

He took a look at the spaceship, examined it and realised it was broken down.

Leaving the spaceship he entered a plateau right in the middle of the woods, a small hut was located there with a drift of smoke on the chimney. A little garden was in front of the hut, there was a bench and a few wooden cooking utensils. A girl was sitting on the bench, painting a picture of the woods in front of her with an easel. She was wearing an one piece knee-lengthened, turquoise coloured dress with a blue belt and a pair of brown tight boots. She had soft, tender skin while her hair is black and braided in fishtail braid and she looks even prettier with her dark, black eyes.

Loki walked towards her curiously, it's not hard to tell that he just entered a zone protected by miraculous magic.

He looked at the painting, it was better than those in the Asgardian palace, as he remembered, it gave people a peaceful feeling, was realistic but not storytelling.

Suddenly the girl realised someone was staring behind her, she automatically held her hands up and knocked the guy over.

Then she calmly put down her brush and stood, looked at the charming men beside her, she gasped and asked, 'oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?'

'Yeah I'm fine,' he stood up and said.

The girl frowned, and looking into the watery blue eyes of the trickster her eyes sparkled, 1053 years of history passed through her eyes, drop by drop, AD965, AD966, AD967, AD968, AD969, AD970, AD971... AD2018...

A minute later she pulled back in shock, a drop of frightful tear ran down her cheeks.

'Who are you? You, you're not… from this place, right?' Loki cleaned the dirt on his armour, he knew he was in Midgard, but the girl's outfit was certainly not a Midgardian's.

The girl quickly wiped away the tear and replied, 'my name is Angrboda, I'm not really from this place, but I've been living here hundreds of years already.' She smiled and muttered, 'and Loki, prince of Asgard...'

'Wait, why would you know me?' Loki didn't let her finish her sentence.

Angrboda giggled, 'actually, I have supernatural powers of reading others' memories, and I have just read your story.'

He looked a bit offended.

'I'm sorry I should have asked for your permission before I read it,' she paused, 'but I was too excited! I mean, I have never seen an Asgardian for ages!'

'Okay...,' Loki nodded, he needed to leave, but he can't tell how, and moreover, he felt a little strange about this girl.

'It's 500 miles to the east,' Angrboda suddenly said.

'What?' Loki did not understand this.

'Well, the vault, the vault you're looking for, it's 500 miles to the east, hidden in a public toilet', Angrboda smiled, for somehow she found it hilarious.

'Yeah, of course. Thank you for informing me,' with a charming smile Loki left. This girl, Angrboda, was impressive, indeed she read his memories, and he felt his whole story was known, which was unsafe.

500 miles to the east Loki went. He was standing at the entrance of the public toilet located underground, it smelled disgusting, and it looked disgusting too.

He walked into the public toilet carefully, and fortunately he found a secret door very quickly, which led him to a long staircase and to the vault.

This was a very, very secret vault, deep in the ground where no light come in, it was not as large as the all-father described, but a mysterious locked door, made with the hardest rock in Asgard by the dwarfs in Svartalfheim. On the door there was a large, heavy lock, with altogether five keyholes. Within the trickster's right hand there appeared a blue luminous key, he inserted the key into a keyhole, it fits but did not open the lock.

'Five keys, four more to gain, in order to take Gram the truth sword,' a deep, mysterious voice that was known to no one replied to his actions, 'the blue one is Brotherhood, the purple one is Secrets, green is Endurance, yellow refers to New Beginnings, and eventually the red one is Journeys. It's up to you, child, whether to take them or not, your father had made them for you, only you. However, take my words, if you are on your way, you would need a companion.' The voice paused, and Loki looked up, pulling half of the blue key out of the lock while the voice joked, 'a female, perhaps.' And as soon as he pulled the full key out of the lock, the voice vanished, and the vault returned to complete silence.

He left the empty vault, 'a companion?' He thought, and set off to the woods.