My world didn't end in a bang or even a whisper, but rather one scream at a time.
I mean, what a way to start a story! We've got the tension rising before we even get into the bloody battles and barbaric betrayals!
Still, it's the truth. Might have been easier for everyone if I hadn't gotten involved - but what would be the fun in that?
As you can probably tell, I have inherited (be that environmentally) my dry and often dark humour from my adoptive dad, Loki. You may have heard of him, actually - tried to take over the world a couple of times, but in the end he sacrificed his life for his brother, Thor.
Funnily enough, my uncle Thor doesn't even know of my existence... best keep it that way for now, I'm only a god in training.
Oh yes, you heard me correctly. When he died, Loki used the last of his life force to gift me his powers, making me a demigod. I'm also half witch as my biological parents were pure blooded Hogwarts alumnae.
I don't remember them. I don't want to.
Apparently they were told they wouldn't have any more kids - then I came along and they still treated me like shit so social services took me away.
It appears my life was tragic even from the beginning. Absolutely typical.
So instead of going to Hogwarts (I'm told I have blood relatives there and it would have been dangerous for me to go), Loki trained me up using all his knowledge of the magical universe.
Unfortunately, he is no longer here to help me learn how to use his actual powers which is quite ironic and rather embarrassing.
Now, where to start? An introduction perhaps... my name is Olivia Thompson; I'm an average height, pale, green eyed, black haired, pansexual, demigod-witch - and this is where my story begins.
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Fanfiction'My world did not end in a bang or even a whisper, but rather one scream at a time.' Born as a miracle child to undeserving parents, Olivia Thompson was adopted at an early age by the one and only Loki of Asgard as a sort of 'pet project'. He didn't...
