Unlikely Friends

Prologue

My face above the water,
My feet can't touch the ground,
Touch the ground,
And it feels like,
I can see the sands on the horizon,
Everytime you are not around,
I'm slowly drifting away,
Wave after wave,
Wave after wave,
I'm slowly drifting,
And it feels like I'm drowning,
Pulling against the stream,
Pulling against the stream,
I wish I could make it easy,
Easy to love me,
Love me,
But still I reach,
To find a way,
I'm stuck here in between,
I'm looking for the right words to say,
I'm slowly drifting,
Drifting away,
Wave after wave,
Wave after wave,
I'm slowly drifting,
And it feels like I'm drowning,
Pulling against the stream,
Pulling against the stream,

~Waves, Mr Probz

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Frigga wasn't a fan of Midgard but her friend, Sally, loved it here. Sally loved, adored even, how nothing ever stayed the same - unlike Asgard. How she could talk how she wanted to - unlike Asgard. If it was up to Frigga, she most likely would never set foot on Midgard but she liked seeing her friend (her best friend) smile.

Sally hadn't been herself lately, ever since she had discovered that she could not bore children Sally began to sink deeper and deeper into depression- Frigga could not allow this. Frigga -although she'd never admit it- felt somewhat responsible for the depression that seemed to weigh Sally down. Despite not actually doing anything, Frigga felt like she was rubbing in the fact that she had an adopted son. Loki.

Loki wasn't that old. A few months at least. Nowhere near old enough to remember his actual family and she knew it was selfish but she hoped he wouldn't learn of his original family. Frigga knew that her adopted son would not remain an only child for long, Odin would want a son not of his own bloodline to be seated on the throne and become the next All-Father.

Looking over at Sally she felt guilt weigh down heavily in her stomach. She knew that there was nothing she could do but it just seemed so...unfair that she could bear as many children as she wished but Sally could not bear one.

Inhaling deeply to clear her mind, Frigga wrinkled her nose. The air was nowhere near as clean as Asgard. Looking over at Sally a smile forced its way onto her face. She couldn't help it Sally had one of the most infectious smiles she had ever seen.

The two women- Asgardians - made their way to a beach in Montauk. Frigga watched as Sally's face began to look more youthful. This always happened when they approached the sea on Midgard. The smile lines around her face would seemingly vanish along with other inperfections on Sally's face. The worry and depression just evaporated from her eyes. Well; until the cry of a baby rang out.

Worry instantly incased Sally's face, whatever good the Midgardians sea did for Sally lost its effect. Before Frigga could even comprehend what was going on Sally was gone. Running off towards the sound of the cry. Frigga hesitated but followed.

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The place the cry had originated from looked like something straight out of a horror movie. The crys of a baby had long since silenced and Frigga assumed the worst.

The cabin's roof sagged, looking like it would collapse at any given moment, the walls had cracks running along them, the windows had long ago shattered and the door was blown off of its hinges. Frigga was going to warn Sally to back away from the old, moldy cabin but was interuppted by a whimper and a growl. She knew Sally would not turn back.