𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘺 - FierroChase - Magnus Chase

chapter two: i am forced into labor. you're the worst.

I woke in the cell, as always for the past week or so now. That's how long I was missing. I missed Alex, and his weirdness. Her fabulously weird style, and personality.

I looked beside me. "Hey, Sera." I said, glancing at the 6-year-old.

"Yeah, Maggie?" She questioned. I winced the nickname reminding me of Alex. Too much of Alex.

"Wanna play a game of...talking Jack?" I asked. The captors were stupid enough to leave my pendant on, that held Jack. My talking sword that was annoying at times. He heard his name and buzzed at my chest.

"Yeah!" She smiled.

"Magnus Chase." A voice boomed. "You are summoned to the fields." I raised an eyebrow, but my confusion was quickly turned into anger as I was pulled away by a guard.

They threw me out into well- quite literally, fields of wheat. This reminded me of those nine thralls that Mallory had to kill to get past to get Kvasir's Mead.

Oh, those poor thralls. "Here." They tossed me a scythe for the wheat, then walked away to do Odin knows what.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. If Dad cared, couldn't he just teleport and rescue me? Rage flowed through me as I sliced at the wheat. "Good job, Maggie!" Said the same voice from the dream I had some nights ago.

"Take that out of your mouth." I growled, before gasping. I had acted solely on emotion. Would he harm Sera? Sera. "Where's Sera." I frowned.

"Safe in her cell, unless you don't get to work on the wheat!" He boomed cheerfully.

—

I frowned as we sailed around, asking about Magnus. Where was he? There was a blinding flash of warm, yellow light. "Alex Fierro." The voice startled me. I recognized it from a feast after delaying Ragnorark for a bit longer.

"Frey." I mumbled. "Finally deciding to help look for your son?" I growled, glaring at the summery god. It hurt to look at him without seeing Magnus. Without seeing my Maggie.

They bore striking resemblance, like any father and son. The same blonde hair, but distinctly different blue eyes. My Maggie had intense, intelligent gray eyes. Not that he is, it's a compliment to the eyes.

"I know where he is, but you know the rule. Gods can't do anything to interfere with mortals." He sighed, like it hurt him not to help.

"You're the most reasonable out of the crew. No offense to the rest," He sighed. "Sail west, and here." He tossed me a jacket.

I recognized it. It was Maggie's jacket. "How-"

"Use that to find him. It's all I can do for now, Alex." Frey instructed, and evaporated in the same blinding light as when he came.

I put his jacket on, and walked to the others. "Was that Frey?" Blitz asked. I nodded. "He gave you Magnus' jacket.." he noted. I, nodded at the dwarf.

They got whispy eyed at the jacket. Hearth really being upset and really protective, after Magnus claiming to think of him as a brother during his flyting with Loki. How he was kidnapped under his watchful eye, I don't know.

Mallory was recently discovered to be Frigg's daughter, so fun. Her and Halfborn were back together, and the oaf just sat beside her. I admit, they made miss Magnus more than I would wish to.

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I only had one person on my mind as I worked; Alex, and why was it taking her this long to find me? I simply had a feeling she was a female at the moment, so that's great.

And, my friend's life was being threatened if I didn't work. So, forced manual labor. At this point, I'm thinking I'm a slave. Working like the thralls. "You can come in now!" He laughed.

I walked in, throwing the scythe to the floor. "Boss wishes for you to be trained in the art of fighting." I had no break, did I? Was I being turned into a soldier too?

"Good luck then, I suck."

"No wonder you have your sword do all the work. You're only the healer." He snickered, dragging me along. I already hated his guts.

We entered an empty room, with several sparring mats. It had white pillars in the corners, and in the middles of the walls. The rest was a seafoam green on the walls. "Won't do much." I laughed.

He threw me to the side. "Trainer will be in shortly." So I just stood there, admiring the architecture some more. If this wasn't a lair of evil, Annabeth would've loved this place.

The trainer stepped in, a veil over their face. "Let's begin." Female. I could see she had long, silky raven black hair. She was slightly taller than me, but looked agile and quick. She attacked first, throwing me a sword.

"I ha-" I cut short. They didn't need to know I had Jack, so I took it and we got to work. By the time we were done, I had bruises all over me, sweating and my swordsmanship improved only a bit.

I was thrown back into my cell, and frowned before passing out due to exhaustion.