"You are such an [expletive deleted]!" I shouted as the idiots.
"Oh really? Well you are an [expletive deleted] and your MOM is just an [expletive deleted]."
"Oh no you didn't! No one calls my mom that you [expletive deleted]." I was incredible pissed off. How dare they insult Loki? Okay, so maybe he wasn't the most interested mother and he probably didn't care that I was being forced to leave the Valkyries because of his evil doings. MAYBE he left me abandoned alone with no parents (or anyone else) and probably doesn't love me at all.
So? Okay, you know what? Now that I've wrote that down I realize they're right. My mum is an [expletive deleted]. Not that I was going to admit that to the Valkyries.
Oh, maybe I should explain what's happening. From the beginning.
You know how I called the definitely male god Loki my mum? Well, I wasn't joking. See one day, Loki was grounded by Odin for pranking Thor. I kid you not dear readers, Loki - the Norse GOD - was grounded! Anyways, he was bored and what does Loki do when bored? Dress up as a girl, land on Midgard (Earth) and trying to find a new boy toy to play around with obviously. AKA my dad. Two months later, Loki found out he was pregnant. With me. He was, of course, still chained with poison dripping down his face so he got his wife to help with the birth. Then, she dropped me off at my daddy's doorsteps. But my dad lived alone and had died in a tragic car accident several months back. So I was there, a helpless baby, crying on a dead mans door. Finally, someone noticed me and took me to an orphanage immediately.
After that I've just went in-between foster homes and orphanages, going through at least two a year. Eventually, on my 13th birthday I did something, something impossible. I locked myself in my room and refused to go downstairs with the rest of the orphaned children.
It happened like this: for a few months I'd been having nightmares about a wolf. A massive one. On the afternoon of my special day (in which there was no cake or presents as barely anyone knew I existed, let alone it was the day I became a teenager), I had deeply thought about the wolf. Slowly, I started transforming, every particle in my body changing and reforming to fit its new shape. My hearing, seeing and especially smelling was MUCH more powerful. Of course, leave it to me not to know I had just shapeshifted into my own nightmare. I was having a panic attack. Then, I heard a voice: "Calm yourself and focus on your human form, let it be the centre of your concentration. After a while I got up and looked in the mirror. I had never been so happy to see my ugly face. EVER!
"Am I a werewolf?" I wondered a loud. Being a werewolf would be epic. I heard a deep chuckling and could practically hear the smile on the anonymous' person's face. I looked around the room but saw no one. Then a strange thought entered my head.
"Are you my daddy?" Suddenly I became very sleepy; my vision was getting blurry and cloudy, my breaths deep.
"You are so like Nigel," the voice mused, "Of course I'm not your father." Disappointment coursed through me as my lids grew heavy, my head leaning towards the pillow. "I'm your mother." And then I conveniently fell asleep.
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When I woke up, I was in Valhalla. No, I hadn't died if that's what your thinking. Sam al-Abbas sat at my bedside grinning. She told me who she was, who I was and who Loki was. She asked me whether I wanted to be a Valkyrie. I replied, and I quote, "The hell YES, what diya think I am anyway?" She gave me a questioning look.
"You were meant to laugh."
"Oh, Sorry, Ha ha ha?"
I trained with TJ, Mallory, Halfborn and X. We had all figured out pretty early that I was no good at archery (no Alec Lightwood impersonations for me) but I was good at dagger throwing and had two katenas as my main weapon. I was also trained in hand - to - hand combat, which was pretty dam painful.
Even though I was the best weapons fighter the Valkyries had, they never trusted me. And so, on one mission the plan went very wrong, with somehow 3 houses missing, weapons vanishing and 3 girls who had limbs chopped off, they all pointed the finger at me.
"You are such a [expletive deleted]!" I shouted at them - again.
And so on.
In the end, they kicked me out. I sometimes killed the giants of Jotenheim (or at least tried to). but only if they annoyed me, Mostly, I spent my time wondering the world tree, occasionally helping Sam with her missions.
I didn't do much.
Until now.
Hiii! Sorry that this is a bit late, but we had problems posting and I had to post instead of Eryn. I think we will be posting the next chapter tomorrow so you'll get to read that, you lucky beans! We hope your enjoying the story so far and keep a look out for more.
Tabby Cat :)
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The Force of Four Worlds
FanfictionWhen six demigods with different goals meet, will their lives ever remain the same? This is our main fanfic, written by all six of us. Our personalities shaped the main characters and we wrote their perspectives ourselves (except for Rhea, who didn'...