~The Lost Daughter~

Chapter - 12

Y/N's POV:

"You made a grave mistake.................Lokidottir." A deep voice sent chills down my spine. I turned around and faced a man- no, not a man. Perhaps, a monster. He's huge. Almost trice of me or even more! His skin color is purple, and he has his creepy grin on his face.

"Who are you?" My voice sounded shaky, making him chuckle.

"Who I am, doesn't matter. What matters is that you made a grave mistake showing yourself." He swung an axe at me. My instincts kicked in as I tried to move away. But I'm stuck on the spot. Not fear. Something's holding me down. Magic? I don't think so. Then what?

"Here's a tip, don't trust anyone." With that, he lifted the axe above his head.

I stared as the axe came closer and closer as my breath quickened. I shut my eyes when it hit me.

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I wake up panting.

What. was. that?! Never in my 14 years of life, has anyone scared me like that. I shiver and let out a shaky breath. Why am I so weak? After H.Y.D.R.A., I thought I would be strong now. Perhaps..........it didn't make me strong. Yes, it made me physically strong, but the mental and emotional scars are still too3wsaq fresh and deep. It doesn't help that I refuse to share my experiences there to anyone. 

I sigh and get off the bed and looked at myself in the mirror. My whole upper body is covered in bandages. Shit. New scars. I used to think scars were cool but now having a bunch of them made me rethink. I look around. I'm in the room they gave me in Asgard. I groan. 

What should I do?! Damn it. Damn it! I know I'm Loki's daughter...........but could I trust them? Him? Out of all people, why him?

Why should I trust the people who abandoned me?! If they cared enough, they would've searched for me all along. Not to mention, I don't want Odin to be my grandad. He's a bitch!

I wore my Midgardian clothes. I don't know why. Perhaps to shows my radical ways against Asgardians or......for some closure. Who knows? I walk out of the room, pushing the burning of my wounds towards the back of my mind. 

I hesitated but then at the last minute, grabbed my weapons. If only I didn't remove my weapons that night, I wouldn't have been kidnapped. I could feel the stares of the maids and the guards as they hesitantly and nervously bowed to me. Is it because I'm Loki's daughter? But they have absolutely no respect for Loki after what he did in New York. I kinda don't too. Like what the fuck man?! I paused as a guard stopped me.

"Princess Astrid. The King requests your audience in the throne room" He bowed and left. I scrunched my nose in disgust. Astrid? Why should I be called that when I have perfectly good name. Y/N Williamson. These people probably only want me for the show of it. Why else would they pop out of nowhere and try to claim me now instead of all those years? Bullshit, I say.

With these thoughts brewing in my mind, I walked into the throne room, not letting the guard standing at the door announce my presence. It's a disrespect. But I don't give a fuck. 

I stop a little front of the stairs. On top of the stairs, Odin sat at the throne with Frigga standing beside him. Thor and Loki are standing one step below on either side with Warrior Three and Sif standing at the bottom of the stairs to guard. 

I took a glance at their faces. Frigga has a trace of tears in her eyes, Thor's grinning at me and Loki has a soft smile. I felt anger in my body. Now of all times when everything settled, they come. After I finally start to have some 'so-called' normal life, they just had to come and ruin it. If they cared so much, they would've come to me earlier when I was at my weakest, not when I'm at my strongest.