You didn't eat dinner that night, you barely even left your room. Your sleep was plagued with nightmares of giant serpents, and green eyes, and the darkness that had surrounded your father.
He didn't accompany you to the bus and you were silent the whole ride. You got off at school, and even though it was pretty warm, you felt cold and numb. You got to your locker and then there was just Dawn.
"Hey girl!" She cheered, leaning against the lockers and startling you. "Oh no, hon, what's wrong? Something happened."
"Nothing." You mumbled. My dad turned into a terrifying demon and nearly screamed the flesh off of me. How's that for parent-child conflict? "Dad and I just had a... Tiny bit of a falling out."
"Oh, no!" Dawn's face fell. "That's terrible! Well, here, I have a piece of gum." You reluctantly took it from her and popped it into your mouth. "Was there yelling?"
"Mebbe..."
"Hm. Want me to punch him?" You almost smiled. That was Dawn's solution to every mean person. Even if she'd never punch anyone unless she was playing, that was always her response. "I will!"
"No, Dawn." You said firmly. "No ones getting punched today." She waggled her tongue at you. You had a scary thought of what would happen to Dawn if she actually punched your dad. What is he? He isn't human...
"Oh!" Dawn's eyes lit up. "Guess what we're doing in reading!"
"Reading?" You joked softly.
"Norse mythology!"
"Hm. I know all about that."
The bell rang and you parted. Soon enough you were reading class, your stomach churning. You knew everything about Norse mythology from your dad. Oh, you guys always read mythology!
You rubbed your eyes and sat down, sighing. In the class you read a couple stories you knew by heart, and talked about different aspects you didn't know about.
The world serpent.
Loki.
His bonds.
His hate.
The silver wolf with blue eyes.
Evil, bad, darkness.
Thor.
Hammers.
Hate.
Acid.
Green.
Your head was swimming by the end of class. You felt like a veil had been torn from your eyes. Your stomach felt terrible. You felt like you were going to be sick. You stood up and stumbled over to the trash can, throwing up just as your mouth was over it.
Your stomach convulsed and you threw up one, two, three times, like you were trying to vomit up all the emotions and theories and all the things making you doubt your life.
The teacher came over and rubbed your back. You carried the trash can to the office and she called Tom, telling him you were sick. You threw up once more in the toilet then sat around, waiting for him to show up. You wanted to cry and scream and run away all the same time.
Finally the car pulled up and Tom swept in, looking worried. He signed the sheet and gently led you to the car. As soon as you were settled in the front seat he was careful not to touch you. He sat in the drivers seat and pulled out of he parking lot, not even looking at you.
"Daddy, I know." You whispered.
"I know. I figured." He groaned. "We'll talk about when we get home, okay?"
"Okay."
And you stared out the window.
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Heart Twice Stolen ((Reader)) Daughter of Loki
Fanfic#381 in Adopted June/1/2018 He found you crying. You're parents died. Now you're being cared for by a man named Tom, who has been you're adoptive father for years. He's watched you grow, watched you cry, watched you laugh. Now you're the daughter of...
