Yep, definitely Loki's kid.

Chapter 1: The Pretty Mystery Lady

I happily lean in closer into the warmth of the person that had comforted me through so many years, hearing the gentle rumble in her chest as she quietly sings to me.

Men trærne danser og fossene stanser
Når hun synger, hun synger "kom hjem"
Men trærne danser og fossene stanser
When she sings, she sings "come home"
When she sings, she sings "come home"

The scenery is always the same, we are sitting on a small patch of grass on the edge of a small pond with a gentle waterfall, surrounded by a forest with nothing else in sight, and scattered around are many different types of flowers and plants, many of which I have never seen before. The weather is always perfectly warm and it is always absolutely stunning. But what makes it even more comforting is the ever-so-real feeling mysterious woman that appears in my dreams nearly every night to sing to me.

Men trærne danser og fossene stanser
Når hun synger, hun synger "kom hjem"
Men trærne danser og fossene stanser
When she sings, she sings "come home"
When she sings, she sings "come home"
When she sings, she sings "come home"
When she sings, she sings "come home"

It sounds odd I know, but I always feel instantly safe around her, no matter what happens throughout the day, I always know that at night I will come back to the only place where I truly feel at peace. I will be back in the company of the only person who stuck with me throughout my life, even if they aren't actually real.

I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene
Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem
I eplehagen står møyen den vene
Og synger: "når kommer du hjem?"

Sometimes, the lady will switch up the song that she will sing, and even though they are always in a different language, one that I can not understand or find anything about when I try to research it, I have almost every word memorized after years of hearing them. I would find myself humming them to myself throughout the day, but they never provided me as much comfort as when the unknown lady would sing them to me herself.

Men trærne danser og fossene stanser
Når hun synger, hun synger "kom hjem"
Men trærne danser og fossene stanser
When she sings, she sings "come home"
When she sings, she sings "come home"

We never talk besides her singing to me, I tried a few times early on but soon realized that it was hopeless. Although I am ok with that, these dreams are already such a blessing. I don't know who this lady is or why she shows up every night, but I excitedly welcomed her, always looking forward to being able to go to sleep and be escorted to her company.

When she finishes the song she looks down at me, her long, wavy, copper-colored hair falling down around her face, and gives me the kind gentle smile that is forever implemented into my memory. Then just like every other night, she brings her hand up to my face, carefully pushing a piece of hair away behind my ear, and lovingly kisses my forehead as it all fades away.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Finnleyyyy get up"

I grunt, shoving my face further into my pillow desperately willing it to suffocate me.

"FinNLEY WAKE UPP-"

"Omffp" the breath is knocked out of me when the small child quite literally pounces on me.

"Jesus kid, you are going to crush my ribs someday if you keep doing that."

She only giggles. Demon child, I'm telling you.

I slowly sit up and peel the old grimy sheets off of myself while trying to still the hyper devil spawn.

This devil spawn's name was actually Elizabeth and she is one of the kids at the orphanage that we were forced to call home. It's true that she acts like a literal demon at times (she shrieks like one too), but she is also my favorite little demon.

Don't tell the others that, because of course I could never pick favorites, they are all like siblings to me.

"Alright, up up little punk, let's go see if we can find something for you all to eat before school."

We both step out of the small closet that is my bedroom since there isn't any more space in the rooms. I am an absolutely massive Harry Potter fan, so I couldn't help but take advantage of the situation and decorate the closet to look just like Harry's in the first book, which is pretty cool. However, unlike Harry, I sadly don't have the hope of some wizard coming to rescue and take me away from this hell hole.

I go to the other rooms, each of which holds 6 kids, waking them all up one by one and making sure that they get ready for yet another trifling day. In total there are 19 kids including me. Most of them were between 5-12, those included the three Chris, whom I call Chris (11), Chris Jn. (9), and Chris the III (8). Then there is Tom (5), Anthony (7), and Sebastian (6), who are always at each other's throats. They were exhausting but Tom was also such a sweetheart. Even though he is the youngest one here he is always checking up on me, asking if I am ok- GODS I JUST WANT TO PINCH HIS LITTLE CHEEKS HE IS TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD HSDKJFDHSJKA. aNYwAYS... there is also Robert (10) (he was the actual demon spawn), Jeremy (12), Elizabeth (6), Zoe (11), Brie (12), Mark (8), Chadwick (7), Paul (10), Samuel (11), and Zendaya (9). Then there are us older kids, Scarlet (15), Benedict (14), and me, Finnley, the oldest being 16 and turning 17 in just a few months.

A/n - yes, I may have used a lot of the actors' names because I couldn't be bothered to come up with a ton of new names and personalities... so, they are also going to have somewhat the same personalities because I will simply die if I have to come up with 18 whole new personalities so help me god.

Eventually, I corral all the kids downstairs with Scarlet's help. I have always been the designated caretaker of the group, always making sure everyone is cared for, physically and emotionally; especially because our actual 'caretaker,' also known as Ms. Santina, which suspiciously sounds a lot like 'Satan' and I think therefore suits her quite well, definitely does not fill that job well. I also am the one that basically makes sure everyone is fed and has everything they need since I am the only one that has a job and of course Satan- I mean Santina- refuses to spend anything on us unless it is in front of people so she doesn't get arrested. However, Scarlet has also always been a huge help with all the kids, and with me. We always tell each other everything and are always there for each other, she is basically my only and best friend.

Fun fact: a while ago I actually thought that I had a crush on Scarlet, but it turns out that it is just a best-friend relationship and I had a hard time distinguishing between the two because of stereotypes and shit.

I eventually creep down to the kitchen and thank the gods that Satan is still asleep. She went out to the bar with some of her mates last night like most nights and got back at an especially late hour, she must be extremely hungover. I make sure to tell the kids to stay quiet, desperately praying not to wake the beast, who would no doubt be extra rabid. The last time she was woken up during a recovering hangover I had to walk to school with 3 broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and too many bruises to count. I am hoping to avoid that, at least for now.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I was Satan's personal punching bag? She gets mad, a lot, and in order to not let her take it out on the other kids, I offer up myself, and she definitely takes advantage of that. At least it keeps her away from the other kids, that's all that matters.

I and Scarlet quickly make some toast for the kiddos since that is all we have at the moment. I make a note to go to the grocery store on my way back from work today. As the kids are eating and quietly chatting away in hushed voices, also aware of the consequences of upsetting the devil herself, I make all their lunches, and when everyone is finished I motion to them that it is time to leave.

I practically skipped out feeling so relieved that I would make it out without facing Satan, but of course, I just had to jinx it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───