Goddess // Loki Laufeyson [Book 1]

⭐︎ Chapter 3 ⭐︎

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After stepping out into the cold night I just couldn't stop thinking about what had happened to me. What was going on? What have I seen? Am I hallucinating...or worst of all, am I going crazy? I can't think straight anymore, my mind is all over the place. It even took me a lot of time to find the stupid keys to the front door of my apartment building. I find the key and try to place it in the lock, but my hands are still shaking from the shock, so it isn't as easy as it is supposed to be.

I open the door and don't even bother to turn on the light, I just run up the stairs to my apartment. I go through the door and place my bag on the table, but only after pulling out the bottle of alcohol that I took from Franks bar earlier. I sit on the bed and stare into the darkness of my room. I open the bottle and gulp as much down as possible.

"My eyes...the murder..." I walk to my bathroom muttering to myself.

I turn on the lights and look at my reflection in the mirror. But there was nothing strange about my eyes, they were normal, plain as they always had been.

"I'm going crazy...am I not?" I whisper to myself a tear escaping my eye.

I open up the sink to try to rinse off the blood, which takes me longer than I expected. Then I grab the bottle and take another sip to try and relax my nerves and everything else that is going on in my mind.

I can't look at myself anymore, it is just too much for me to handle right now. I go out of the bathroom and turn off the light while stepping out. I walk to my window to look at the beautiful sky and watch all the stars decorating it. And then there it was again the question that I have been asking myself most of my life. 

"What's wrong with me?"

"There is nothing wrong with you, Ingrid An Hilde Heimdallsdottir."

The air in my lungs stops for a brief moment. Was there someone in my apartment? No that can't be possible!

"Get out of my head!" I say while closing my eyes, another tear escaping one of them. 

"I'm not in your head I'm right here." I hear the voice say once again a bit nearer.

I open my eyes to see the lights on and after adjusting them I see an old man standing before me. He is dressed in golden armor and one of his eyes is covered with a silver eyepatch. He looks at me with a caring smile, but it doesn't give me a lot of comfort, I mean there is a stranger in my room. How did he get in here? Was I so distracted that I forgot to lock the door? I take two steps back, away from the old man. 

"Don't be frightened. There is no need, I will do you no harm." He says calmly. 

"This can't be real." I murmur to myself.

"But it is...I am Odin the Allfather and protector of the realms." He pauses and looks deep into my eyes "I'm here to take you home."

'Sure and I'm Poseidon god of the seas' I think to myself not really daring to say it out loud.

Odin the Allfather? Isn't that the god of the Nordic mythologies I read about when I was young. This man must be kidding me or I am really going crazy and all of this is just a hallucination. I don't know why, but I just stand there looking at the man not really saying something. I am scared no doubt, still, there is this feeling deep in my stomach, the feeling of safeness and that just freaks me out even more. 

"I know that this is a lot to process, but your home Asgard needs you." the man says.

As- what? I'm not from there? I was born and raised here in England, not in Asgard or whatever this place is called!

There was this word again...Home...I don't have a home, never had and never will. Of course, I wish I had one, but I know that it isn't possible for me. My family...the only thing that I know about them is that they gave me up and so I never really bothered to search for them. I mean if they didn't want me when I was a child why would they want me now? But this stranger, who broke into my apartment talks to me about my home? And even after not believing him one bit about who he says he is and where he comes from, I still had this small feeling turning up deep in me, the feeling of hope. Hope that one day I will have a home, a family, people that love me and I love back.

I focus my attention back to the old man.

"As-gar-d?" I reply in a stuttering voice. 

"Yes. Your home." He answers. 

"I don't have a home, I live here in London," I reply immediately. 

"So, your father was right." He pauses. 

My father? I don't have a father or at least he never wanted to have anything to do with me. Does this man know my father? What is this man talking about? This is all making less and less sense. I just want to wake up from this confusing dream. 

"There is so much I need to explain to you, but that can wait. You need to come with me, so you can finally fulfill your destiny." he continues. 

I just look at him with a questioning look. 

"Will you come with me, Ingrid An Hilde Heimdallsdottir?" he asks and extends his hand towards me, for me to take it.

What is going on? This stranger asks me to go with him to a place that I have never heard about and deep down there is a voice telling me to go with him. I have never seen this man, but still, it feels as if I know him. I hesitate, but then extend my hand towards him still not believing what I am about to do. 

"My name is Anna Clarke," I say before he takes my hand into his.

"Like I said you have a lot to learn, not only about us but also about yourself." he pauses and looks up to the ceiling.

"Heimdall, open the Bifrost!" 

Immediately after those words, a bright light erupts from the sky into my apartment. Everything around me starts to vanish, the only thing left that I see is the armor of the old man, who's grip tightens on me, and the bright light surrounding us. I am starting to feel dizzy, my eyes slowly closing and everything turns black in front of me. What have I done?

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