It makes her sick, the way sadness is addicting. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in the sense that it comes naturally to her. But everything else about it is hard. The way her body aches with self-hatred. The way her mind spins a...
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"Loki!" Athalia called out to her brother from the other end of the hall. Her heels clicked quickly on the stone floor as she followed behind him. Turning down different corridors, left and right, Loki led Athalia unknowingly to the weapons vault. The ends of Athalia's white dress twisted around her feet, flowing behind her the quicker she walked.
Loki stood in front of the doors of the weapons vault. They were tall and looked as if they were made of pure gold. Athalia watched as her brother pushed open one of the doors, entering the vault. Before the door could close completely, Athalia slipped into the room. Stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes on Loki who had stopped in front of 'The Casket of Ancient Winters'.
"Loki," Athalia spoke, allowing Loki to know that she was there. She took a few steps forward, Loki placed his hands on the handles on the Casket, slowly picking it on the stone pillar it sat on. The goddess was about to speak again but her father's booming voice filled the silence in the room.
"Stop!" Athalia snapped her head to look at her father, before looking back at her twin, who had yet to turn around. He still held onto the Casket, keeping his eyes on it.
"Are we cursed?" Loki asked, still not turning around.
"No," Odin replied.
"What are we?" Loki questioned, placing the Casket back on the pillar.
"Loki," Athalia said, "What are you on about? What is going on?" She asked, glancing up to her father who stood at the top of the stairs.
"You are my children,"
Loki slowly turned around. His skin was blue, his eyes glowed a deep red. He looked like them. He looked like a frost giant. The princess let out a small gasp at the sight of her brother. Her eyes flickered down to her arm, where the frost giant had grabbed her when they were fighting on Jotunheim. She remembered how their touch did not burn her like it had Volstagg, but turned her skin blue. The unnatural colour drained from Loki's skin and his eyes returned to their normal colour.
"What more than that?" Loki asked, a bitter, sour tone laced in his voice. He began to walk toward the king, "The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?" Loki stood in line with his sister. Starting up at the Allfather.
"No," Odin replied, "In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple and I found two babies. Both were small for a giant's offspring. Abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son, Laufey's daughter."
"Laufey's daughter," Athalia mumbled loud enough for the older male to hear. Her deep blue eyes filled with tears. She tried to hold them back, but she stared confused, now angry at the man she thought she knew as her father. She was hurt, knowing it was all a lie. "Laufey's son," she spoke again, looking over at her brother.
"Yes," was all Odin could say.
"Why?" Loki asked.
"You were knee-deep in Jotun blood, why would you take us?" Athalia asked the anger built up inside her. She had every right to be mad. Loki had every right to be mad. Their whole life was a lie. The pieces of the puzzle finally clicked together.
"You were an innocent child-"
"No. You took us for a purpose. What was it?" Athalia asked, her voice shaky. She waited for an answer. Odin just stood with a blank face. Her heart racing, she yelled; "Tell me!" at the top of her lungs, a tear rolling down her face.
"I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day," Odin replied, finally. "Bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace. Though you. But those plans no longer matter."
"So we are no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of us," Loki asked, his voice also shaky. The anger he felt, you could clearly see on his face, in his eyes. Athalia shook her head, not wanting to believe the things she was hearing. Her eyes darted around the room, not wanting to look at the old man.
"Why do you twist my words?" Odin asked.
"You could have told us what we were from the beginning!" Athalia yelled, finally looking at the Allfather. "Why didn't you?"
"You are my children. I wanted only to protect you from the truth."
"What? Because we are the monsters that parents tell their children about at night?" Loki yelled back. Odin shook his head, sitting down on the top step.
"You know it all makes sense now! Why you favoured Thor all these years! Because no matter how much you claim to love us, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard." Athalia shouted, anger laced in her voice. As she spoke she slowly made her way up the stairs towards Odin. Before Athalia could let out any more of the anger that had built up inside her, Odin fell against the stairs, not moving.
The princess' face dropped, and Loki made his way up the stairs. The twins knelt down on the stairs around him. Athalia's hand hovered over Odin's that lay across his chest. The room was dead quiet, no more yelling. Odin's chest slowly rose up and down.
"Guards!" Athalia yelled, "Guards, please, help!" The anger in her voice changed to worry. The golden doors opened and two guards entered. Loki and Athalia moved out of the way as they grouped around the king.
Loki didn't say anything, he just reached for his sister's hand.
[Amber's little chats; IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🎂🎁🤗 Happy birthday to me! Here is my gift for you guys on this special day, a sad chapter... trauma :) ]
