Chapter 9: Returning to Midgard
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WARNING: PLOT TWISTS AHEAD! (Sorry, after watching 'Avengers Assemble' and 'Thor', I couldn't help it but feel sorry for a certain someone)
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Asgard:
Ashalla was looking through the windows of her father's palace that looked down upon her father's training fields.
She had enjoyed her training, enjoying spending the time with her father. She had certainly enjoyed horse-riding and seeing her father spar with Lady Sif and the Warrior Three.
She had trained there the past 4 days, but tomorrow, she'd have to return to Earth, to Midgard.
Either revealing her immortal descendance or just hiding it.
There was a knock on her door.
Ashalla turned around. "Yes?"
"Tyra? Your grandparents, King Odin and Queen Frigga, and Prince Loki want to meet you." it was her father's voice.
"Coming!" Ashalla called and looked down at her clothes.
All of it was nearly a copy of the armour her father wore, just more form-fitting to her body and her own size.
Ashalla went outside, just to see her father with a proud smile.
"Follow me." Thor said.
Ashalla followed her father, observing the Asgardian warriors.
All of them wore golden armours with Norse runes on them and golden horned helmets.
The huge golden doors opened up, revealing the throne room.
There was a red carpet in the middle, leading towards the Throne.
Thor signed Ashalla to follow.
Ashalla took a deep breath and started walking towards the Allfather, the Mother of All and Prince Loki.
The Allfather, Odin, stood up from his golden throne.
His armour was gold and black, a red cape behind him, and a golden horned helmet on his head.
"It is an honour, to finally welcome you to Asgard, Tyra Thorsdottir. As the first born of my eldest son, you will given the title of Crown Princess once Thor is crowned King." Allfather Odin spoke.
"It's an honour, Allfather, I thank you for this gift." Ashalla said, as formal as possible.
Queen Frigga stepped forward. "Am I allowed to ask our granddaughter a question, my dear Odin."
"Yes." Odin replied.
Queen Frigga made eye contact with Ashalla. "What do you think life is worth?"
"Life? Life is priceless." Ashalla replied.
Queen Frigga smiled. "Please, explain."
"Life is the greatest gift any soul is granted, even the biggest amount of gold isn't comparable to the Gift of Life." Ashalla told.
"Do you think some are unworthy?" Queen Frigga asked.
Ashalla thought for a moment. "The ones unworthy would be tyrants, killers, those who don't care about their people, who let them die as long as he himself is safe."
"Those are very reasonable replies, my dear granddaughter." Odin said.
"Thank you, Allfather." Ashalla gratefully said.
"Please, call me Grandfather, or Grandsire. After all, you're family." Odin said, his voice sounding warm.
"Of course... Grandfather." Ashalla said, giving away a warm smile.
She caught Loki looking at her with interest, something she wasn't really shocked about.
Loki was quite known as a ladies man, and her being his niece probably wouldn't really stop him.
"Tyra, would you like to be a part of the family?" Queen Frigga asked.
"That would be an honour." Ashalla replied.
"Then it's done. You'll be staying in Asgard." Odin said.
"Thank you very much, but I can't stay for long." Ashalla said with a sad face. "I have to return to the Viking village I grew up. I was chosen candidate to participate in the Viking Games between the Hooligan tribe and the Berserker tribe."
"That's very unfortunate." Odin said.
"I'm very sorry Grandfather, but after all this, I promise to return to Asgard." Ashalla told.
"When do you need to return?" Queen Frigga asked.
"I must have returned before tomorrow's sunset." Ashalla replied.
"We'll make sure you'll arrive in style." Thor said.
That night, Odin ordered Sleipnir to be saddled for his granddaughter, Frigga choose her granddaughter's clothes and jewels while Thor spend as much time with his daughter as possible before her return to Earth.
Loki, of course, watched it all with interest from the balcony of his room.
'Thor's daughter is truly beautiful, the perfect immortal female version of Thor. No mortal, or immortal, will ever be able to compete with her. I wonder if she has already a mortal boy... Well, guess we'll find out. And if she'll ever need an immortal man, I'll be glad to have her as mine. Who wouldn't want such a beauty?' Loki thought, spotting the girl in question near the window of her room, talking to Thor. He smiled. 'Yes, she'll be mine.'
Tyra smiled at something Thor told her, probably one of his heroic deeds, making his heart bounce a little faster.
She was an absolutely perfect gorgeous girl, the Nine Realms would be very pleased once she would be their Queen.
It was said that a Queen ruled fairer than a King.
And Tyra meant 'Fair Maiden' after all.
Thor, and whoever the mother was, had chosen a good name for their daughter.
Loki turned around. He would ask the Allfather if he could marry her.
Sure Thor would never agree, but the Allfather would certainly see something political in his action.
Loki had killed Laufey, his father, as well as the former King of Jotunheim.
Odin had wanted to unite Jotunheim and Asgard, and thus this was the perfect opportunity to give Odin what he wanted and Loki would gain what he desired.
Loki smiled mischieviously. Yes, this was the perfect plan.
Once Ashalla woke up that morning, a pair of servants dressed Ashalla in the Asgardian blue silk dress with see-through sleeves.
The whole U-neckline was decorated with diamonds, down the chest to a 'belt' around her waist. The dress was very flowy. The see-through sleeves were on the front not longer than the elbow while the back was deffinately nearing the ground. (https: *double slash* www *dot* pinterest *dot* com *slash* pin/ 3277 07310 361406715/) *minus spaces and stuff*
Üborl was hanging around Ashalla's neck like it had always belonged there.
One of the servants placed a silver solid tiara with light blue sapphires upon Ashalla's head, as well as a silver band around her head with a single light blue pendant hanging on her forehead.
A few locks in her hair got braided by the maids, but most of it just hang loose like always.
Once she was completely done, Thor walked in.
"Hi dad, when will breakfast start?" Ashalla asked.
"Very soon, but Father wants to ask you something." Thor replied, slightly said.
Ashalla gave him a questioning look, but didn't say anything.
Thor looked at Ashalla's outfit and smiled. "You're absolutely beautiful, and all mortals will see whose daughter you are."
Ashalla chuckled. "Sure dad."
"Come, let's go." Thor said, taking Ashalla's small right hand compared to his own.
Ashalla was lead to the enormous dining room, where usually were held parties in the name of the Royal family.
The Allfather, as well as Prince Loki and Queen Frigga were already there.
King Odin stood up. "Thor, Tyra, please take your seats."
Thor sat down on his father's left side, his mother in front of him and Ashalla on his right.
In the middle stood a small wooden box.
"You wanted to ask me something, Grandfather?" Ashalla asked.
"Indeed, young Tyra." Odin replied. He shoved the box in front of her. "A King of another Realm has taken an interest in you, and wants you to be his bride. Accepting this marriage may prevent the start of Ragnarök. The union with this Kingdom should make Asgard stronger."
Ashalla nodded, she understood. She looked at the box. "I understand the neccesarity, and I do not want all the Realms to suffer because of a stupid decision. But one thing... how exactly do you accept a marriage here in Asgard?"
"The man must place the gifted piece of jewellery on the female." Queen Frigga replied.
"Tyra, are you sure about this?" Thor asked, being concerned about his little Princess.
Ashalla nodded. "It's the least I can do to try to prevent such a catastrophe. I do not want all of the Nine Realms to suffer just because I was afraid of giving my body and heart away. Don't worry father, no man will ever break my soul, I'm to proud for that. And by the way, I'm incredibly strong."
Thor smiled sadly. "You have such a good heart. I know the Nine Realms will be very happy once it's your turn to reign."
"Thank you dad, it means a lot to me." Ashalla said and hugged her father, who hugged her back.
"Tyra, do you accept to marry the King of Jotunheim?" Odin asked.
"I do." Ashalla replied.
Loki smiled like an idiot, disappeared into nothing and reappeared right beside Ashalla.
"Then, may I?" he asked.
'I should have known.' Ashalla said, rolled her eyes and gave him the wooden box. 'Such a typical action for the God of Mischief, Lies and Magic.'
Loki went down on one knee, opened the wooden box to reveal a necklace with a silver pendant with tangled snakes which had green eyes. He took it out of the box and carefully hang it around Ashalla's neck. Then, he took her right hand. "You must know, you're not only beautiful, but a very strong and fierce woman as well. No man can resist such fury combined with your divine looks. There is much more about you I can't explain right now, but I want to find it all out." Loki said, caressing the hand he was holding. "You light up my world, I want you to know."
Ashalla looked into Loki's emerald green eyes, seeing his words were true, and she smiled. "Your words are true, I can see the truth in your eyes."
Loki kissed Ashalla's knuckles. "You're a generous warm lady, Princess Tyra."
"Thank you very much, King Loki." Ashalla kindly said.
"May I, as your new fiancé, accompany you to the village of the mortals you grew up with?" Loki asked.
"Yes, you may." Ashalla replied.
Loki kissed Ashalla's knuckles, not taking his eyes of her.
Late in the afternoon...
Ashalla said goodbye to her father before she got upon Sleipnir, the 8-legged white stallion her grandfather owned. Sleipnir had been dressed up in gold and silver battle gear.
Loki sat upon his own horse, a black stallion that was wearing silver battle gear.
"Let's go, my dear Tyra." Loki said.
Ashalla placed the hood of her blue robe over her head.
The robe was hiding her dress out of sight.
Both stallions started galloping towards the city's town-gate, towards the Bifröst, which was guarded by Heimdall.
"Your Highnesses, where will this trip be going?" Heimdall asked.
"To Midgard, the Isle of Berk." Ashalla replied.
"Of course." Heimdall said, bowed, and turned around to walk onto the stage, placing his sword onto the cylinder.
The portal to Midgard opened and both royals disappeared into the tunnel of rainbow lights, together with their horses.
Midgard:
Loki and Ashalla ended up on one of Berk's stable cliffs.
The forest was right behind them.
"You have lived on this mortal isle?" Loki asked, already spotting the harbour.
"It's not much, but it has filled the place of 'home' until now." Ashalla said.
"I see. What are exactly those 'Viking Games' you mentioned yesterday?" Loki asked, navigating his horse into the forest, Ashalla following him.
"It's a friendly competition between 2 or more tribes to keep their peace treaty steady. The parts of the Games are Physical Fighting and Dragon Fighting." Ashalla replied. "The price the losing tribe usually pays afterwards is livestock. But this year, the wining tribe may choose a bride from the losing tribe."
Loki's expression went dark. "Barbaric!"
Ashalla sighed. "I know. It's just the reason I took my sister's place in all this. I know that if the Berserkers win, I'll have to give up everything and marry their deranged Chieftain Dagur."
"Based upon your words, you don't really like him, do you?" Loki asked.
Ashalla shook her head. "No. The only thing Dagur ever cares about is killing dragons and rage wars against the other tribes."
Both horses stopped, allowing Loki to take Ashalla's hands.
"If they try to do anything to you, they'll wish they'd never met you." Loki said. "Both your father and I will punish those mortals in every painful way we can."
"I don't doubt that." Ashalla said with a smile.
"You're my Queen, no one will take you from me." Loki said, took Ashalla's chin between his fingers and kissed her perfect lips softly.
Astrid's POV:
I'm in the forest, way to far away from the village, but I just had to get away.
Dragon Training is extremely dangerous, none of us actually succeeded to pass Gothi's tests.
Now none of us will be future Dragon Killers.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a beam of bright lights struck down on one of Berk's steady cliffs.
I decided to check it out.
I held my axe ready as I slowly sneaked up to the place, keeping myself silent.
I removed the leaves of a tree that blocked my eyesight.
I couldn't believe what I saw.
There, I saw two black horses in battle armour walking through the forest!
One of the horses was clearly Sleipnir, the 8-legged horse child of Loki.
The other horse was normal, but it wasn't the only thing that I couldn't believe.
On the normal horse sat a very handsome man dressed in black and green leather with golden accents. His hair was black, shoulder long and slightly curly. His skin was very pale, paler than that of a Viking. This man... he couldn't be a Viking, he was way to thin!
Then the... woman on Sleipnir. She was certainly a Goddess, cause only Gods are permitted to ride Odin's horse.
The woman was completely covered with a light blue robe made of outlandish material.
The only thing I could see were her blue slippers that looked like to be made from some icy material, a small lock of blonde hair and her lightning blue eyes.
There was something familiar about her, but I don't know what it is. Maybe because she looks so much like my sister Ashalla. Now I mention her... where is she? Asgard, Dagur and Ingrid have already returned, Ashalla is the only one who hasn't.
"It's a friendly competition between 2 or more tribes to keep their peace treaty steady. The parts of the Games are Physical Fighting and Dragon Fighting." the woman told. "The price the losing tribe usually pays afterwards is livestock. But this year, the wining tribe may choose a bride from the losing tribe."
Wait... how did this woman know about our Games? Was she from our village?
The man's expression went dark. "Barbaric!"
The woman sighed. "I know. It's just the reason I took my sister's place in all this. I know that if the Berserkers win, I'll have to give up everything and marry their deranged Chieftain Dagur."
What...? But... that's impossible! She... she cannot be my sister, can she?
"Based upon your words, you don't really like him, do you?" the man asked.
The woman shook her head. "No. The only thing Dagur ever cares about is killing dragons and rage wars against the other tribes."
Both horses stopped, allowing the man to take the woman's hands.
"If they try to do anything to you, they'll wish they'd never met you." the man said. "Both your father and I will punish those mortals in every painful way we can."
Mortals? Was this man Aesir? Or Vanir?
"I don't doubt that." the woman said with a smile.
"You're my Queen, no one will take you from me." Loki said, took the woman's chin between his fingers and kissed her lips.
Who is this man? And WHAT is he?
"I love you, my beautiful Tyra." the man told, his affection towards her clear in his voice.
Tyra? That name sounded very Ancient Norse, more... Asgardian.
"Oh Loki, thank you." the woman, Tyra, said, feeling flattered.
I was shocked. This man, Loki, the God of Mischief, Lies and Magic, was here in Midgard? But didn't he hate Midgardians?
I decided to run back to my village, trying to get there before them.
I need to warn the Chief!
I'm sorry if this whole plot twist isn't your thing, but I didn't have much inspiration for the plot I had before and this was the best thing to bring in. It was the only idea that came to my mind that fitted into this story.
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