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Star Gazers
Chapter 1: A Lonely Heart
(New York, USA)
Year: 2011
Rosalie sat down in the study room of her apartment, typing on her computer as she took a bite from her french toast of honey and fresh berries.
The young historian wore a loose light blue blouse underneath a white shirt. The shoulders were missing and the hem had a matching bow in the center. Her trousers were knee-length blue jeans. There was a slit on the right side that's fastened by a grey button on the hem. Around her neck was a gold necklace with a heart-shaped locket attached on it. On her feet were silver grey flats with white ribbons on them.
There were books gathered on the ground and were part of her research.
Rosalie finished eating her toast as she labelled each part of the Nine Realms in her computer.
Asgard: Home of the Aesir, later forming the Asgardians with the Vanir.
Midgard (Earth): Home of the Humans.
Jotunheim: Home of the Jötunn (Frost Giants).
Svartalfheim ("The Dark World"): Home of the Dark Elves.
Vanaheim: Home of the Vanir, the sister race of the Asgardians.
Muspelheim (Muspel): Home of the Fire Demons, a realm of eternal fire.
Niflheim ("Mist-Home"): Realm of the dishonoured dead, a land of ice, mist, and cold.
Nidavellir ("The Dark Fields"): Home of the Dwarves.
Alfheim (Ljosalfheim): Home of the Light Elves.
Rosalie then brought out a pen before opening her old worn brown book with weathered pages and various bookmarks sticking out that contained every piece of information she wrote down from books that talked about Norse Mythology.
"Alright. If I remember clearly Valhalla was the realm of the honoured dead which was distinct from, but closely connected to Asgard."Rosalie complemented."And the realm below is the home of the insanely-savage Rock Trolls located beneath Asgard."
A thoughtful appeared on the female historian's face as she turned to the next pages of her book.
"And Hel is a region of Nifleheim, where the dead who are neither honoured nor dishonoured reside."Rosalie murmured and shivered uncomfortably."Ouch. Can't imagine the thought of that."
Rosalie lightly chuckled when she felt her small kitten, Mr Lancelot, rub himself against her legs.
Mr Lancelot was a small black cat with lapis lazuli coloured eyes and a turquoise coloured bowtie around his neck.
He was a very smart, usually able to discern the mood around him and react accordingly. Despite his 'gentleman-ly' name, he could be rather ferocious.
"Yes, Mr Lancelot."Rosalie remarked as she picked up her black cat."I know you want your breakfast. I was just getting to that."
Rosalie made her way out of her study room to go to the kitchen and place some Whiskas food on her cat's bowl.
Mr Lancelot started to eat from his bowl as Rosalie gently stroke his head.
"You don't like me going over to my study room, but I just couldn't help it."Rosalie admitted.
Rosalie made her way to the living room to go to a brown bookshelf with 7 rows of books.
Most of them were based on 'Myths & Legends' while the rest were books that were stories based on mystery and science.
Rosalie took out the 'Norse Mythology' that belonged to her late father.
"People call me weird or funny, but I know my theories prove that Norse Mythology as well as some of their characters actually exist."Rosalie declared with a confident expression."I just know it. Just have to wait for that call."
Since graduating from the University of California in Los Angeles, Rosalie became a historian and spend most of her times on trying to find evidence that the legends of Norse Mythology do in fact exist.
Her mother and older half-sister, Griselda, were not fond of her research since both of them believe she was wasting her time.
The only one who supported her interest and studies was her father.
But now her father was gone.
However, a year after her graduation, Rosalie secretly became an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D (Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division), a peacekeeping and spy agency tasked with maintaining both national and global security.
When that happened, she took the name 'Lady Liberty' as her alias.
As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, Rosalie's life became filled with excitement despite possible dangers.
She became close friends with other agents of S.H.I.E.L.D such as Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow and Clint Barton known aka Hawkeye.
Rosalie prepared herself some pasta salad and a glass of white wine.
As she ate her lunch, she let out a sigh of boredom.
It wasn't nice to eat lunch by herself.
In the past, she had dated a few guys in her times at college, but neither of them weren't serious with her.
She was tired of feeling empty and alone.
She knew she wanted something more, but didn't know what.
Still, even with this uncertainty, one thing was more than certain for her.
There was definitely more out there in the world.
No matter if many people found it impossible and called it fiction, it was true.
Rosalie made her way to her bedroom which was a little posh despite being surrounded by things any person would have in their house.
A double bed with a cream mattress and dark brown bed frame. The duvet was blue with white flowers on thin brown branches printed on the middle. The bed had two square pillows and two roll-shaped pillows. The square pillows were cream with dark blue stripes on the ends. The roll-shaped pillows were also cream with a dark brown diamond in the middle and a thin dark brown band around both ends.
A tan-coloured desk with a lamp, a mug, a book and various other objects on it. There were shelves that have books and binders built into the desk.
On top of her nightstand was a brown wooden tray littered with osmanthus petals. On the tray, there was a rice wine vessel, two gold vases, a white bunny statue and osmanthus branches with leaves and flowers.
Near her window was her dressing mirror, white cupboard and wardrobe that had her variety of clothes inside.
Rosalie laid down on her bed as she looked at the pages of the book her father used read to her many times when she was little.
The 'Asgardians' were nearly perfect, living in a utopian society modeled on Nordic culture and traditions. The utopian aspect was somewhat dimmed, however, by the constant power struggle between Thor and his brother Loki.
Apparently, the two were complete opposites of each other: Thor was golden and perfect, the ideal Asgardian warrior (and prince) while Loki was sinister, spiteful, and in fact, rather ugly.
Most renditions of Loki portrayed him as a creepy and unsettling jester or a spindly and downright evil looking stereotypical villain archetype.
Rosalie frowned upon hearing a variety of negative things about Loki which she found a little unfair.
Thor was called the perfect one while Loki was treated like some kind of monster.
Mr Lancelot let out a meow as he bounced into the bed to join his mistress.
Rosalie smiled at Mr Lancelot as the two of them looked at the pages in the book.
"It sounds to me that Loki is treated like a lesser being unlike his brother Thor, Mr Lancelot."Rosalie complemented."Dad used to say he was known as the God of Mischief or the Trickster. But I think he is pretty much misunderstood."
Mr Lancelot purred as Rosalie began to touch him.
Rosalie then brought her attention on the heart-shaped locket attached on her necklace and opened it, revealing a photo of her late maternal grandparents; Harrison and Juliet Carter as a young couple.
She never met her Grandfather Harrison since he died before she was even born.
She had met her Grandmother Juliet and had only little memories of her since she passed away when she was still a little girl.
Rosalie heard only more stories about her grandparents by her Great-Aunt Margaret, who was her late grandfather's sister.
Surprisingly, her Great-Aunt Margaret (or Peggy as Rosalie, her cousin Sharon and everyone else called her), had been a British MI6 agent and member of the Strategic Scientific Reserve during World War II.
But now her great-aunt was an elderly woman that developed Alzheimer's disease and was living in a care facility.
Despite having been a strong woman in the past, Rosalie had been getting reports that her great-aunt wouldn't likely live for too long.
"Great-Aunt Peggy hasn't been feeling that well lately."Rosalie thought with a hint of worry."I'll make sure to visit her when I have more free time…"
Suddenly, the house phone started ringing in the living room, making Rosalie get off her bed to go answer it as Mr Lancelot followed her in tow.
It was almost night time.
Who could be calling?
Rosalie picked up the phone and answered it.
"Hello?"Rosalie asked.
"Dr Breisgau?"A male voice said.
Rosalie smiled upon realising the one calling her was Agent Phil Coulson; a high-ranking member of S.H.I.E.L.D. and longtime partner of Nick Fury.
"Phil? Hi. It's been a while."Rosalie responded and became a bit curious."What can I do for you?"
"We've found something in Puente Antiguo, New Mexico."Phil declared."It appears to be something link to your research."
Rosalie felt her heart started to beat a bit quick at the respond from Phil.
"What makes you think that?"Rosalie asked.
"The object discovered in New Mexico appears to be some kind of hammer."Phil exclaimed."Like the one from your drawings."
Rosalie's eyes widen while her heart started beating more quicker.
A hammer discovered in New Mexico?
Could it be Mjölnir?
As in the hammer of the thunder god Thor in Norse Mythology?
Was it possible?
"A hammer from my drawings?"Rosalie questioned, sounding calm."That is strange."
"Would you be interested to come and see for yourself?"Phil suggested.
Rosalie thought for a moment before doing a simple nod.
"Of course, I'll come."Rosalie replied.
"Good."Phil answered."Our subordinates will pick you up in a few hours."
"Wonderful."Rosalie answered."See you then."
Phil ended the call before Rosalie placed her house phone away.
But the moment the historian put her house phone down, Rosalie let out an excited sequel and headed to her bedroom while Mr Lancelot looked confused at his mistress' sudden cheerful mood.
"YES!"Rosalie squealed in delight."YES!"
Rosalie started removing the clothes she wore to put something more formal for her upcoming case.
She placed on a white shirt underneath a beige and black suit jacket with beige matching trousers while a black belt was affixed at the waist.
"This is exactly what I've been waiting for!"Rosalie remarked as she placed on her black high heels.
Rosalie went over to her dressing mirror to fix her hair a bit.
"Father, I know you're no longer among the living."Rosalie responded."But it looks I can finally prove that my research is true!"
Mr Lancelot went over to Rosalie causing the young woman to pick him.
"Sorry, Mr Lancelot. I'll leave you with Miss Canning for this one."Rosalie apologised with a smile."I'll tell you all about it when I come home."
Rosalie placed Mr Lancelot in his cat carrier before picking up a few items and placing them in her jacket's hidden pockets.
She remembered she was an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. beside a historian and she needed to be prepared for anything.
Once she was ready, Rosalie dropped off her cat to her neighbours' apartment before heading out of the flat and into the busy streets of New York to go meet up with her subordinates from S.H.I.E.L.D.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter
See you all later;)