Bound By Blood (editing)

Chapter 1

I was born, Anthea Odindotter, daughter of Odin and Frigga and younger sister of Thor and Loki. My birth was celebrate throughout the realms, for long ago it spoke of a prophesy.

A daughter of Royal blood would one day grow beautiful an strong, when she had reached the age of maturity she will ascend.

But she will have to make an impossible decision that will scare her eternally.

This was my unavoidable destiny, but before I speak about the end perhaps I should start at the beginning?

My destiny technically began the day I was born, but I was never told about it until I was of, what was foretold as the 'mature age' which in Midgardian terms would be the equivalent or about 18.

But my life before my destiny was far more intriguing, there were 4 years difference between Thor and I and 3 between me and Loki. Growing up they would often tease me because I couldn't keep up with them.

I hated they way they would baby me all the time, they belittled my option as if I were inferior to them, but I knew they did it out of love, most of the time anyway.

(Anthea aged 4, Loki aged 7 and Thor aged 8 playing in the palace)

"Keep up Anthea or the Frost giants will surly catch you!" Thor yelled over his shoulder, running through the palace gardens, we were playing Monster and Hero's.

Thor and I were the Hero's who had to run from the monster until they were ready to fight and the monster would have to catch the Hero's before then.

Loki was the monster, he was chasing after us. I was only four and my little legs couldn't carry me very far, the realisation of this settled in and  I began to panic.

With Thor miles ahead, I quickly stopped by a tree and caught my breath, I was very small and could be easily concealed, but my brothers were very talented at this game and I often lost.

I slowed my heart and peeked from behind the tree to see if anyone was coming. When I saw no Loki, I began to feel a bit better.

That feeling of safely was short lived because just as I turned back to the tree I felt someone grab me and pull me onto the grass. Surprise surprise, it was Loki.

"I caught you!" He yelled with utter satisfaction in his voice,

"arrhhh!" I squealed, as he began furiously tickling me and blowing raspberries on my stomach.

I giggled with nerves and laughter, I tried to squirm out of his grasp but to no a veal.

"No Loki, please!" I squeaked out, which only seemed to make him more determined to tickle me.

"I am a Monster and I think I would like to taste some baby Asgardian flesh!" His shifted his eyes to mine, those emerald eyes so full of Mischief and wonder, I couldn't help but be fascinated by such a wondrous thing to see.

It was a little frightening, for someone like me so I called upon the only other one who would help me against the monsters.

"T-Thor! Help me! Please!" I squirmed within his grasp but he pinned me down and towered over me.

Loki had an dangerous glint in his eyes, a action that particularly transpired when he was planning something.

"Now, where shall I start?" He pondered, looking all over my tiny body, I was wearing a little golden dress, cascading at the bottom with flecks of blue that matched my eyes.

My blonde hair flowing all over the green grass, I looked like my mother, father said I had her beauty but had been blessed with my own.

Loki lowered his mouth to my neck and started blowing raspberries again and the laughter was almost too much for me to take.