Fear of Losing Control (Book #1 in the Infinity Chronicles)

Chapter 6. A prisoner

I can't see anything. My eyes seem to be glued shut. My head is pounding.
I feel a swaying underneath me. And a shoulder jutting into my stomach. Someone is carrying me.
"What is this?" I hear a voice say faintly as if I'm in a dream.
"Just a small hiccup in the plan," another voice responds from the person carrying me. It is harsh yet soft. It reminds me of a snake. Loki.
"Loki, who is she?" the first voice asks again.
"A mortal," Loki says with a hint of disgust in his voice.
I feel Loki shifting my weight and then sliding me off his shoulder and on to the ground with a thud. Pain races through my shoulder.
"You know we can't have mortals, the would ruin-" the man protests but is cut of by Loki.
"Exactly."
"Loki, this is madness!"
I don't here the rest of the conversation, for I slip into a dreamless sleep.
I don't know how long I've been here, but I awake lying on the ground, my head and shoulder throbbing.
I struggle to sit up and I let out a few groans, but eventually succeed.
Around me there are shelves with dozens of books sitting in an orderly fashion on them. The smell of old paper and leather is strong. I'm in a library.
"How did you get here?" a voice suddenly interrupts.
I turn to see an elderly man with one piercing, blue eye. Odin.
He must have been the voice who was talking with Loki earlier. He is bound by a pair of handcuffs that match the ones that I'm now wearing.
"Um, I'm sorry," I say, as I scoot closer to him, "But I have to do this."
I lift up my cuffed hands and bring them to his face. I punch him hard.
"You insolent-" he yells holding his hands to his face. His face hasn't changed.
"Oh," I say a little embarrassed, "You really are Odin."
"What else would I be!"
"Well, last time I punched you, you kinda turned into Loki," I say truthfully.
He seems to understand this as he stops yelling.
"I'm sorry," I say, "Let me help you."
I bring me sleeve up to his bloody nose and wipe it clean of red stains.
"Thank you," he says and then adds, "But you didn't answer my question. How did you get here?"
I take a breath and then begin my weird story of how I came to Asgard.
When I'm finished, Odin sits still as if taking this all in.
"He brought you here to create chaos," he finally says.
"Yeah, I know," I sigh.
"If the people find out then our traditions and laws are lost."
"I also know that."
"And then Loki can be king and get his revenge."
"I didn't know that."
We are silent for a moment as we think this over, and then the door opens, and he comes in.
"Good evening," Loki says in a mocking tone. His eyes are staring at me; he reminds me of Dracula, "I see you've met the old man."
He then gestures to Odin with a hint of annoyance and continues, "You're probably wondering why your here-"
"No," I say truthfully, "I'm not."
Loki pauses at this and stares at me and then says, "Well then, I guess I won't have to explain anything."
He turns around to leave, but I stop him by saying, "But there is one thing, why me?"
He turns and a creepy smile slithers across his face, "Why don't you ask the king," he spits.
Then he is gone and the door to the library closes behind him.
I turn to Odin and ask, "What does he mean by that?"
"What are you're parents names?" Odin asks, seemingly ignoring my question.
"Um," I say as the memories of the fights and chaos come rushing back into my head, "Madison and Stellan Addison- but I don't see how this has anything to do with-"
I stop speaking when I see Odin's face. It no longer is placid, but amazed.
"What?" I ask.
"Do you know where your parents are from?"
"Well, no," I answer truthfully. I didn't want to know.
"You're parents are of Asgard."
"They're of what?"
"You're parents are Asgardians."
"Wait, how do you know?"
"Because they made quite a reputation for themselves."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," he begins, "That you're parents grew up here. When they met, you're mother was a street rat, you're father, a miller. You're mother was known for persuading people into doing what she wanted. She could of been an ambassador. But instead she chose to be a thief. So when she met you're father, she convinced him to join her in robbery. He agreed.
"They started as pic-pocketers and then became the worst criminals that Asgard has ever had that grew up here. Robbery, murder, they did everything that Asgard looked down upon.
"We had to get rid of them, but we did not want to kill them. So we took away their memories of their criminal life, and placed them on Midgard. Then you were born."
He pauses to let that sink into me, but it never does. It just sits there.
"But that doesn't answer my question," I finally say, "Why me?"
"Because even Loki fears the deep magic."