Power of Gods | Loki FanFiction

prologue | run boy run

"Whoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, he shall possess the power of Thor."

8 years before...

I ran.

For my freedom and my self. If I stopped, they would catch me and turn me into a killer once and for all.

Suddenly, the busy street with all its small shops and restaurants felt narrow and strange to me. I tried to suppress the deep pity rising in me for the people, sitting in the cafes like every day. They would hurt them. These monsters who claimed to be protectors would torture them all until they begged for death just because they might have seen me. And I would be part of this destruction if I didn't get out of here fast enough. I ignored the scratches, scrapes, bruises, and contusions all over my body. I just had to make it.

Every now and then I dared to turn around. Again and again - was it just my imagination? - I noticed women who were giving me long glances; watching me, which was nothing unusual, but it still worried me. I was not an unusual sight. A 19-year-old girl with short, tousled hair and storm-grey eyes in a midnight-black, much too big T-shirt and, in contrast, rather tight leggings. I would have fit in quite well if it weren't for my injuries.

I glanced over my shoulder again but didn't notice the other girl in front of me and ran right into her. "Sorry," I mumbled in Russian and wanted to keep running, but she held me with an iron grip, so that her fingers dug brutally into my flesh, as I've only ever seen one person do. "You really want to go?" she asked coldly. I gritted my teeth when I recognized her. "Natalia." "Dajana."

My sister had to stand in my way, as always... "Take her back to the red room. We'll make her submissive there," commented Drakov himself, appearing behind her. He was the only person I was afraid of; the one I had to be afraid of. He could control me if I got too close to him.

But fear sometimes makes us do the unthinkable. I couldn't give up. Not when I had almost succeeded.

I stepped on her foot with all my strength, used the moment of shock to tear myself away, and disappeared behind a passing flower cart.