My Real Life Story

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I never had a reason to share my real story with the world before. That was before I found Wattpad. I always thought that this site was just for entertaining fiction and non fiction tales that come from a random person's imagination. Now I know that this isn't only what Wattpad is for. After talking to a large amount of fellow readers and writers, I've learned that this is a place of peace (most of the time) and no one judges another.

This is the best way to test my theory. I'll tell you who I really am.

Must of you know me as Eric Lanian, the lad from Doncaster that has an unhealthy dedication to the Norse God of Mischief Loki and closets. Well, even though that's who I am, I didn't start out that way. I'm actually a fugitive of Jotunheim. I'm 124 years old and I'm on Earth to help it in any way I can.

Okay, I know it sounds ridiculous but it's true! I swear on my soul! Maybe it would be better if I started from the beginning, yeah? Okay.

I remember it all like it was yesterday. I was born on November 2nd but not on Earth. For all of you Thor fans, I was born in Jotunheim, or the land of the Frost Giants. It's a land of mostly ice and it's dark. Like, really dark. The Frost Giants, or Jotun, are one of the coldest and cruelest races known in the nine realms. Yeah, their souls are the equivalent to a black hole. It's bad...

You're probably thinking, 'I seriously couldn't care less...' but then there's the chance that you're thinking, 'What could you have possibly done to be a fugitive since they're already as cruel as Hel?' The answer is simple! I disobeyed their precious king! I'll talk about that later though.

I had both my parents. My mother was called Frihka and my father was called Jonik. Like my Earth parents, my mother was a smashing woman who was to good for her time while my father was a complete dick...

I had a really close relationship with my mom. She taught me everything I needed to know about myself, about Jotunheim, and about life in general. She always told me that I would be more than a child and heartless Jotun like the rest of our kind and she was right! My father went against everything my mother said... I honestly didn't know who to listen to since they were both my parents and I was young back then. I just wanted then to be proud of me! No matter how much is a dick my father was....

I liked my life in Jotunheim... until the day King Laufey pissed me off...