Forgotten(loki fanfic)|The Records of Líg series|

Starstruck

   I slipped as quietly as I could thorough the house. My stepfather was passed out cold from the alcohol. He snored and looked like a pig wallowing in the trash on the floor. "I just need some food and money then I can get the hell out of here," I mumbled to myself.

   The silver packaging of a solitary couple of poptarts shone out of the trash (It was the only food we had) and I quickly stuffed it into my worn out backpack. The floorboards creaked underneath me and I turned to make sure he was still asleep. He was still there clutching a bottle of whiskey, his head on a rotting banana peel. After I had snuck back to my room I quickly pulled up the floorboard that hid my money. When I was about to stuff it in I realized that I was not going to need my school stuff anymore and quickly emptied it out. Satisfied that it was now exceedingly lighter I stuffed in my things, which was a pair of worn clothes, my journal, and a picture of my mom. It was the last picture I had of my mom because my stepfather had destroyed them all sortly after her death. 

   I slipped the backpack on quickly and reached up towards the biggest hole. I grabbed onto the end and hoped it wouldn't break under my weight. My arms shook when I pulled  myself up onto the roof and I felt the rush of the wind through my hair. The branches of the tree had long overgrown and were resting on the roof. They did not even shake when I stepped on them. My feet found the footholds I had used when I was younger and in no time I was on the ground. A root stuck out of the ground and I stepped over it. Then I started to run as fast as was humanly possible.

   I only stopped when my lungs were burning and my legs had turned to lead. Mom's favorite stargazing hill was sitting in the distance and I quickly walked to it. She had always loved the view from this hill and some nights we would just lay and watch the stars pass overhead. The grass was cold against my neck when I laid down. Doubts started to swirl around my mind about my escape and I tried to relax. This was going to be my last time on this hill and I knew I was going to have to leave soon.

   "Hello, it's Lady Anora, is it not?" My heart jumped and I screamed. I quickly bolted up and ran to the woods, afraid to turn around. Someone appeared in front of me and I tried to turn around but it was too late. We slammed to the ground and they groaned underneath me. As I was getting up I noticed the person was actually a boy my age. He had raven black hair that came down to his shoulders and he was scrawny. When he opened his eyes I saw the most stunnly green eyes, they didn't even look human.

   "Who are you?Did my stepfather send you?" I asked with a sharp edge in my voice. He laughed awkwardly and tried to stand. I quickly pinned him to the ground and hissed at him, "I am usually a kind an forgiving person, but I swear to god I have been pushed beyond my limit for jackasses. Now who are you!" He gulped and looked at me afraid.

   "I am Loki of Asgard." He extended his hand out to shake mine but I slapped it away. I looked him dead in the eye, "And i'm the queen of England. Now seriously, who are you!" He looked at me confused "I assure you I am Loki! I must ask, what is this England you are Queen of?" I was a little apprehensive of him and wanted to get away from him. He seemed like he actually believed himself.

   "Um nothing, I have to leave the town's that way..." As I was standing up he grabbed my hand in a surprisingly tight grip. I flinched and tried to tear my hand away, the bruises on it throbbing. His grip only got tighter and I cried out in pain."Let go of me!" The crack of my fist coming into contact with his face resounded through the forest. His hold loosened and he looked at my wrist with wide eyes.

   "Your highness I am truely sorry I did not mean to hurt you I only wished to talk to you!" A knot formed in my throat and I looked away, trying to fight the tears. My voice was shaky and quiet, "I'm not a queen and those aren't from you." He rubbed my bruises thoughtfully and they started to disappear. I looked at it in disbelief and touched it not believing they were gone. "I only wish to extend you an offer my lady." I stopped staring at my wrist and looked back at him.

   "What do you mean?" He continued rubbing my wrist with his hand. "I wish to take you to Asgard with me. I have been looking for someone as intelligent as me and as Heimdall allowed me to look through the bifrost I saw you. You by far are the smartest mortal I have seen. Your power is simply incredible." "You know what I take it back, your not a psycho! Your crazy and are trying to pull some stupid prank on me!" I began to fight him and tried to stand up. " You don't believe me." I tugged against his wrist and struggled. "Sure as hell I don't believe YOU!" He pulled me against him and we were so close I could tell he smelled like dirt and cinnamon. "Then i'll just have to show you!Heimdall open the bifrost!'

I screamed as I was blinded by a bright white light.

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Yay more editing by the way there is going to be major storyline changes to it so yeah except that. Edited:10/26/14