Fated {Loki Fanfiction}

Chapter 5

   Loki wished Vör had told him about how pleasant the travel of a Fara could be; He would have been prepared for the worst. It felt to him like being sliced into two then having his separate halves flayed. The ground beneath him was wobbly, as if it was morphing. That didn't help with the nausea he felt.

   When he felt the ground beneath him solidify once again, he couldn't take in his surroundings. His vision was swirling. He bent on his knees and retched; he hoped that he hadn't appeared in a place teeming with Midgardians.

   Once he regained his composure, he realized that he was standing on frozen ground and that the atmosphere was colder than he expected. He stood in a circle of melted snow. He looked around. There was no movement except for falling snow. The wind whistled. There were some jagged rocks jutting out from the ground. In the distance, he could make out a mountain range covered with snow and frost.

"Don't tell me that..." he said to himself. He stepped into the snow. He sank up to his ankles. "Jotunheim. I was transported to Jotunheim."

   Loki clenched his jaw. How did this happen? Vör said that the Fara would take him where he needed to go. Why Jotunheim? Frustrated, he kicked the snow.

    Now, he needed to figure out how to get to Midgard. He paced for a while but his mind turned up blank. It would have better if he was some know-it-all like Vör. He should have brought Vör along. Loki cursed out loud.

   Suddenly, Loki heard some footsteps behind him. He whirled around, wishing that he brought his spear along. He saw two hulking blue beings about 10 meters away from him. No doubt they could close that distance in a few seconds. Fortunately, they haven't seen him yet.

   Loki quickly crept behind a pointed rock that jutted out from the ground. Loki realized only at that moment that he had arrived at the habitat of the Frost Giants in Jotunheim. He mentally kicked himself. He should have realized sooner. He peered over at the giants. They seemed to be having an argument. Their loud voices were carried by the wind to Loki's hiding place. They spoke their native language.

"It was your fault that our hunt got away!" The one with an arm for an axe shouted at the other,"you're as clumsy as a punsejf."

   The other one growled at him menacingly, making the scar that ran diagonally across its face glisten. This scarred giant looked like it wanted to rip the other's head off. "Let's just return to camp," it said instead, its voice strained.

   The two giants turned around and started away from Loki. Loki hesitated a moment, he was unsure what to do. He reviewed what he knew about the savages. He remembered that though it may not be obvious, the giants had magic and they also liked hoarding things. They probably had world-jumping magical objects. It was far-fetched but a chance. Loki decided to follow them before they disappeared from his view. He cast a simple spell to shield himself from being seen by the giants.

   The frost giants were just disappearing behind a crest of fallen snow when Loki caught up to them. They were carelessly loud. There was no wonder they couldn't catch anything.

"How do we explain this to Bjorgolf?" the one with an axe for an arm grunted.

   The other one snorted but didn't answer. They continued walking, axe-arm grumbled all the way. After a while, a cave loomed in the distance. The cave gaped open like a hungry mouth. It's edges were spiked as if there were teeth. The inside was glowing a dull blue.

   Loki could glimpse the movements of the numerous giants milling around in the cave. The giants had created a makeshift gate at the mouth of the cave. About five of them guarded the entrance.