Protecting You

Chapter 11

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Opening my eyes slowly, I'm sat in a dark corridor with my back against the wall. Looking left, there's a T junction in the corridors, looking right there is only a right turn. Standing up carefully, I wander down the right way and around the corner.

Stopping abruptly, when I hear distant deep voices. Taking a few steps forward, I lean against the wall and try to make out the words.

"He was last seen in Asgard." A male voice announces.

Walking around the corner, I stand in the doorway. There's a table in the middle of the room, with chairs around it. In each of the seats is sat a person, but on one end is only one male. He has a file in his hand. Slowly, he pulls out a photo of Loki and pushes it across the table for the others to look at, it's him being lead through a corridor with handcuffs on his wrists.

"He's visiting his daughter."

The leader pulls out another photo, it is of Loki carrying me in his arms. My face is hidden in his chest, my legs swinging over his arm.

"She's sick and none of the Asgardian experts know why."

The people around the table start to talk and discuss amongst each other.

"Are we going to kill her?" One of the men ask, his question silencing everyone.

"No. We are going to kill Loki for causing pain and suffering to me and my family. We get revenge for him killing my son!" He shouts the last sentence.

The people start to cheer, the sound of clapping filling the room.

No. Did Loki really kill this mans son? I have to stop this, but how? I don't have the strength.

There's a white flash and I grumble under my breath.

"No. No. No." I whisper.

"Was that vision real?" I ask, shouting in the white room.

"What vision?" Mother questions, walking towards me.

"The vision of those people, the leader wants to kill Loki." I point out.

"I did not show you that vision." She argues.

Confusion fills me. Then how did I see that?

"One explanation is that you teleported. Your father has the power to teleport, so maybe you do too." Mother suggests.

I shake my head, starting to pace from one side of the room to the other. That can't be true. I teleported. Then they could have seen me.

"That can't be right." I mumble.

"It is a possibility." Mother says.

"I've never done that before. I thought I knew my powers and my limits, but I don't now." I whisper, sitting down on the cold white tiles.

Teleportation. I teleported.

"Talk to your grandfather." Mother orders.

Raising my head, I notice I'm back in the grand golden hall. At the end is a red velvet and gold throne, engraved with symbols. Sat in it is my Grandfather, he holds the arms of the chair and narrow his eyes. The dark lines stand out on the skin under his eyes and his lips turn into an almost straight line.

"Hello Harriet." He bellows, his voice laced with authority and anger.

Slowly walking forward, I keep my head low and watch the ceiling reflect on the shiny gold marble floor.

"Hello Grandfather."

"I believe you have some questions to ask me, would you like to ask them?" He asks.

He is so much friendlier in this vision then in real life. I feel calmer around him and like he's not judging me as much.

"I know Loki isn't Thor's real brother. So how did you find Loki?"

"I began a battle on the frost giants, Laufey, king of the frost giants, was slain in battle and the giants were defeated. While examining the damage, I discovered a small Asgardian god-sized baby hidden at the giants' main fortress. The infant was your father, whom Laufey had kept hidden due to his shame over his son's diminutive size. I remembered Loki's father Bor's dying words to adopt the son of a father killed by my hands; So I adopted Loki into my own family, raising him like a son." Grandfather explains, his eyes never breaking contact.

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"So, you saved Loki? Then why doesn't he like you?" I question.

Carefully, I sit on the gold marble floor and cross my legs. Showing Odin that he has my full attention.

"Loki believed that all Asgardians favoured Thor, he thought I loved Thor more then him. Loki was jealous of him. But Loki was wrong, I loved him just as much as I love Thor."

"Past tense?" I quiz.

Odin narrows his eyes in question, not understanding to begin with. But after a few seconds he sighs.

"Your father was very mischievous growing up. He embarrassed me, this caused the Asgardians to question my father skills and then they doubted me as a leader. I started to focus on Thor more because I knew he would become a great leader, and some day take my place. I had to ensure Thor was stronger then Loki, so if he tried to take over the throne he would not succeed. Did your Uncle tell the story of Sif and her hair?" He asks.

I jump slightly at his question, too engrossed in his story. I shake my head. Something about the way he told his stories, maybe it was his deep tone or his serious face, but it made me imagine it like I was there.

"Sif had beautiful golden hair before, then one night she went to sleep and when she woke, she found her hair had been cut off. Thor knew it was Loki, we all knew it was Loki and Thor demanded he replace her hair. Loki hired the dwarves to create new hair for her, but as he did not pay them anything, therefore they decided to craft the hair from nothing, making black hair from the night." he tells.

"Really? That's why she hates him so much? Why did Loki cut Sif's hair off?" I quiz.

"Thor was attracted to Sif when he was younger and Loki did everything possible to hurt Thor, Loki believed he would get away with it."

"Is that why he tried to take over New York?" I ask.

"Yes. He wanted to show Thor he was more powerful, to prove his authority. He wanted to show everyone his true abilities."

"What are Loki's powers?" I slowly whisper.

"I have seen most of them, but I believe he keeps some secret or has yet to encounter new powers. The ones I know of are: Superhuman strength, durability, healing factor, stamina, and longevity, Telepathy, Shapeshifting, Inter-dimensional teleportation, Molecular rearrangement, Energy blasts, Illusion casting." Odin lists.

"Will I inherit all of them?" I ask, no longer thinking of Loki but of me.

"It is highly likely. How many of those do you know of already?"

"A few." I mumble, staring down at my hands in my lap.

"Are you afraid, Child?" He questions.

Slowly, I raise my head. An odd question. I haven't thought about it, but now I do. I am. I'm afraid my father will do something bad to the ones I love. I'm afraid that he's hurt so many people already that they are all going to get revenge on him. I'm afraid I can't protect him. I'm afraid I'm going to loose him again.

"Yes." Is all I can see.

"Being afraid is what keeps you alive." Odin advises.