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"I'm in love with someone I shouldn't be."
Son of Thor Odinson and Lady Sif, Prince Triston Thorson, or the God of Strength, was the second in line for the throne. He'd been reminded of that for as long as he could remember.
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━━━━━━━━━ ≫•✯•≪ ━━━━━━━━━ CHAPTER TWO || MIDGARD ❝ you're absurd. even the dark elves have better manners than you ❞
——— WHEN THE DARKNESS FINALLY FADED, Triston's eyes fluttered open to find an ocean of stars staring back at him. For a long moment, he didn't move, his mind still lost between realms and his body heavy with disorientation.
He slowly sat up and with the bright silver moon shining down, he could see all around him was shadow and sand. Just endless dune stretched out.
He turned next to him when he heard a faint groaning noise, and his heart leapt when he saw who it was. His father!
Thor laid sprawled on the sand and alive, though clearly not pleased about it.
"Papa!" Triston exclaimed bright-eyed, a name he had hardly ever used ever since he was a child.
Thor blinked up at his son in disbelief.
"You followed me?" he roughly asked.
"Grandfather insisted," Triston simply said before he pulled himself to his feet and helped Thor up.
They barely made it to their feet when they were blinded by a sudden beaming light hurtling right for them.
Some kind of metal beast with wheels came tearing across the sand. It swerved at the last second, but not fast enough. The side of it slammed right into them.
Thor was instantly knocked the ground and immediately lost consciousness. But Triston barely even flinched. The metal beast dented where it hit him, but he remained standing, completely unaffected. His father's lack of divine durability was not lost on him.
Still, that was the least of his concerns.
He dropped to his knees beside Thor and grabbed hold of his shoulder. "Father—? Father! Papa!" He shook him gently, but Thor didn't stir. Not even a groan.
Then, a voice cut through the darkness:
"I think that was legally your fault."
Triston's head whipped around and was instantly blinded again by another beam of light, smaller this time but still searing.
He cringed, throwing a hand to block it. "By the Nine Realms— would you stop that?" he hissed.
When the lights were pulled out of his face, he saw there were figures behind it.
People, from whatever Planet that had crash landed on. Two women and one man. Their strange clothing and devices immediately told Triston he was nowhere near Asgard — not even close.
