Heir to Asgard

Chapter 3

Thor's POV

I was sitting on the "porch swing" on Josie's front porch. That's what these mortals call a contraption that hangs by a chain that you can sit on. It's like sitting on a dangling prisoner! Humans are strange creatures indeed.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. I looked over and saw the girl, the one who's name I always forget. Not Black Widow, the one with the red magic.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

I tensed as she hesitated. "Maybe. Something... something may be wrong with your niece." She replied warily.

I sprang to my feet. "What kind of wrong?" I demanded. She shrugged helpfully.

"I didn't know if I should wake her up, so I decided to find you instead." She explained, her eyes flashing red for a moment. Did that symbolize anger, or was it just something that happened?

"Let's go see if she needs any help." I ordered, walking inside. The girl, Wanda Maximoff (See I remembered her name) followed me up the stairs, and I slowly opened the door to Josie's room. Or what I guessed was Josie's room, because it was the only room in the top floor with a closed door.

The room inside was messy, with an overturned desk and burn marks in half the stuff in the room.

She said something about S.H.I.E.L.D Agents coming. Did they do this? I wondered.

Josie was asleep, but she didn't look very peaceful. Tears were drying on her face as though she had been crying, her hands were clenched, and she looked anything but peaceful.

I walked over to her, studying her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her teeth looked like they were clenched. A spasm raced over her face, she opened her mouth as though she was trying to scream, but no sound came out, and her eyes stayed shut. Then the spasm was gone.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked quietly.

Wanda reached out her hand, letting some kind of red energy flow around her fingers as she hovered her palm over Josie's face. "She's trapped." The girl said at last.

Suddenly, the world seemed to shift. It was like the world turned upside down, then straightened back out in an entirely different place. This place was black, the ground was flat and smooth and the walls, if they were walls and not just more ground, were black as well.

I regained my balance easily. Wanda Maximoff was next to me, glancing around.

"They have only ever brought you suffering. Give them to me." A voice behind us spoke in a soothing voice, and both of us whipped around.

In front of us was a hooded figure, probably twice my height at least. No part of him was visible, it was as if he was a shadow himself. Which, to be fair in the presence of the elder gods, was quite possible.

But in front of the huge figure, crouched and breathing hard as though she had just escaped a battle, was Josie.

I started forwards, but the Witch grabbed my arm. "Wait." She hissed, her grip tightening as she pulled me back.

"My powers will not be given away!" Josie snarled. I could just imagine her teeth morphing into canine fangs, as though she was a wild animal.

"Your powers are destined to be passed on. Give them up and you may find peace." The hooded figure said, his voice soft and silky.

"Peace is overrated. If my father and I share one trait, it's that peace never follows us." Josie replied.

The hooded figure seemed to ponder this for a moment. "More incentive, then." He said at length.