Chapter 2 I Overlooked A Girl

When Loki arrived at the woods it was still peaceful and free from the outside world, with birds humming and squirrels chasing one another on a tall tree. The mysterious girl named Angrboda, who said she has supernatural powers, was, however, unseen.

Loki saw the door of the hut left open, he walked inside and was astonished by what he saw.

It was a place with a dozen blue lights lightened up, powered by sorcery, when ice powers were used to decorate the house. Within these magical decorations, there was a cosy bed, a large wardrobe, a bookshelf of books and as many easels placed with paintings as he could tell. Angrboda was right in the middle of the room, sitting in those blue lights, continuing with her work.

Loki leaned forward to adore her painting, he saw a baby, small and weak, lying on a cold and icy rock, with its skin gradually changing from blue to pale, with the marks on his skin fading away, all because of the spells applied on it. The painting was so real and so emotional he nearly thought it was true, or perhaps what they call 'photos' in Midgard.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, everything was silent and pleasant, while Loki saw himself, small as a frost giant.

'You're my son.'

'The aftermath of the battle I went into the Temple and I found a baby, small, for a giant's offspring, abandoned, suffering, left to die, Laufey's son.'

'Laufey's son.'

'But why you were knee deep in the Jotun blood why would you take me?'

'You were an innocent child.'

'I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace through you.'

'So I'm no more than another stolen relic locked here until you might have use on me?'

'Because I… I'm the monster that parents tell their children about at night?'

'Your birthright, is, to die!'

All of a sudden the silence broke, in those horrifying memories Loki turned around and saw Angrboda grabbing his arm, her eyes were red and watery while she saw his skin turned blue, his eyes turned red, and the marks on his face appeared.

'Hey!' Loki shouted at her in fear and grieve, 'do not reveal me!'

'I'm...I'm sorry,' Angrboda seemed to be frightened, but she continued, 'I just wonder, does it hurt?'

She paused for a second and then she began to change herself from pale to blue, from black eyeballs into red eyeballs, and her marks shown, too.

'I mean,' she said, 'at least for me, it hurts.'

Loki was shocked, he couldn't believe she's also a frost giant, but how? How would she be able to appear with pale skin, unlike a frost giant? So in a cold voice, he asked, 'who put that spell on you?'

'I was born like this,' answered Angrboda, 'my father was a frost giant and my mother was an Asgardian, both dead, eventually. This area is protected by my sorcery, normally Midgardians can't see or enter this place.'

He looked into her eyes. Why? He couldn't trust her, she was shrouded in mystery, and that was… unsafe.

Angrboda's eyes glowed, and in seconds she read his memories, again, while she pulled back she smiled at him with a confident smile and said, 'what is it?'

'Gram, the truth sword, it was convinced by Odin that it was only for me, with a wicked worthy spell, like Thor's hammer. The more lies you lied to yourself, the more it hurts when it cuts you, sometimes it wounds, sometimes it kills,' Loki answered, he couldn't even believe he answered this so smoothly.

'But why would you need that?' Angrboda asked though she knew the answer.

'Well with this I could fight Thanos, perhaps,' he lifted his voice and sounded a bit annoyed.

'No,' she regretted as soon as he replied, 'This is not the truth, and the truth sword would not accept it.'

'Alright I want it, okay?' Loki shouted at her angrily, he was loud and tempering, 'I want my father to recognize me as a hero, I want to be Thor's equal and have a special weapon like that! Does this answer satisfy you?'

Angerboda was terrified, she involuntarily stepped back but then she laughed, 'I thought you grew, but end up you're still so childish when it comes to your father. I mean, if you want to be Thor's equal and a hero, you already are, don't you?'

Loki looked at her, he sat down on her soft cosy bed and chilled, he could not accept her words, he did not trust himself.

'You're dead,' Angerboda sat by his side.

'Well at least I'm not dead now,' he took a glance at her.

'Show me the key the stupid old… god gave to you when he resurrected you, from Valhalla,' she said as if it was an order.

To her surprise he followed her order, a luminous blue key showed up on his hand.

'Maybe he really loves you,' she stared at the key, 'but the more I get to know, the more I think he is no more than a treacherous liar.'

He didn't say a word.

In an unbreakable silence, she took a deep breath and stood on her feet, 'where are you going now?'

'To Jotunheim,' Loki replied, 'would you join me?'

'I'm an outcast,' answered Angerboda.

'Well, not anymore,' he rose beside her.

She smiled and stepped out of the hut, and there she changed her lovely clothes into a warriors' armour, it was turquoise green, brown and gold.

'I didn't know you have an armour,' laughed Loki.

'Sometimes I design clothes for myself, all sort of clothes, and when I need them I use magic to put them on,' she replied.

And there they set off, to the land of frost giants, to a mystery they never knew and would never know.

On the other hand of the universe, a warrior in her armour was desperately trying to connect to Loki, she was almost tearing up, she hoped everything would work, but everything didn't.

'Valkyrie?' a young Asgardian boy asked her, he stood by her side and one second later, he was turned into ashes.