The Mad Titan

Chapter 19-Meeting the Kids

I own only Jen.

Jen's POV-

I remember closing my eyes, still feeling the imprint of Loki's lips on my own. I remember getting mortally wounded. Then it came to me...how am I thinking/remembering this? Aren't I supposed to be dead? I looked around and saw that I was in a throne room. It was dark with a red-ish light glowing from...the floor?

Wait.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked out loud.

"In my throne room," someone responded.

I turned around. "What the fu-" I froze when I saw who I was talking to.

It was a women who looked to be in her 20's. But she was...half-dead? What? Her alive side had shimmery black hair, porcelain skin, and a bright blue eye, shinning with knowledge. She seemed to be okay and in pretty good shape, but that was just the living side of her. Her dead side was...freakier. Her hair was still black, but it was dull. Her blue eye was dull, but it seemed as if it was shinning with knowledge as well as its twin. Her skin was pale enough that you could see her veins. She was wearing a black dress that complimented her well. On her head, she was wearing a crown that was made out of a pale substance. Bone, possibly? In her hand held a staff, with a skull atop it. I knew then who she was and swallowed nervously.

I bowed in front of the women. "Greetings, Queen Hela. How does your kingdom fare?" I wondered.

She gave me a pleased smile. "So you know who I am. And who I am related to?" she interrogated.

I licked my lips, betraying my nervousness. "Yes, ma'am. But I must ask, why am I here? I clearly did not die from sickness or old age," I pointed out.

She smirked. "Of course not. But you do pose an interesting problem." She stepped down from her throne made of bones and came closer to me. "You, girl, are what you might call a 'paradox' and it displeases me."

I gulped nervously. "How so?" I inquired.

"You are not to be born for hundreds of years, yet here you are. You are in your past. And to make matters more complex, you and my father are in love with each other. Now, normally, I'd send you away and not be bothered by the mere thought of you ever again, but it's a bit more difficult than that," she confessed.

I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. "How so?"

She waved her hand and a misty screen came up. "Because of this."

An image came up, well more like a film. I saw me, giving Loki our final kiss. I felt to the ground, my legs going weak at the sight of me dying, then dead. I saw Loki start to cry and shake me, kissing me, trying anything to get me to wake up. I saw Thor, Steve, Clint, and Tony pull him away from me. I watched as Nat picked me up, Bruce trailing behind her as she led the way to the Tower. I watched as they laid me down on my bed in Loki and mine's room. They didn't clean me off or try to make me look nicer. I watched as Loki sit on the ground beside me. He took my hand in his and didn't move, tears falling silently down his face. Everything sped forward and I watched as loads of people come in and out of the room, Loki remaining the only constant.

He stayed at my side, silent and stoic. I watched as the team tried to make conversation with him, but he stayed blank and unaware. It was so unlike him, I couldn't stand it. I made my way through my feet angrily. "What's the point of this?" I snarled, tears in my eyes.

Hela faced me. "The point is that I have seen my father take many lovers, but none of them have ever affected him like you have. Which is why my siblings and I wanted to meet you," she announced.

"Siblings?" I repeated, voice cracking.

"Of course," a male said from the shadows. Out came 5 men.

The first was a big, buff, tall guy. He had eyes that were similar to those of a snake and his hair was short, cropped close to his skull. Jorgumand. Then came a man who was shorted but buffer, if that was possible. His eyes were blue, but they were glowing. Like glowing, glowing. He had white hair which was rather...fluffy and he had really big and rough seeming hair. Fenris. Then came a guy who kept tapping his foot. He seemed very jittery and skittish. His hair was rather long, reaching past his shoulder blades. Sleipner. Then came a guy who had his brow up in confusion. He seemed to be flinching every once in a while. He had hair that was bushy and his eyes were alight with what seemed to be madness. Vali. Beside him stood a guy who seemed half there and half not. He was really pale and there was blood dripping from his chest. My eyes widened in shock, but then I realized that the blood wasn't moving. He had pale green eyes and his black hair was dull yet greasy. Narvi.

"What's going on?" I asked, eyes narrowing.

"We decided to meet our dad's new girl," Jorgumand said.

"I don't see what he sees in you," Vali said. "Our mom was prettier than you."

"Maybe he likes me because of how awesome I am and he doesn't care for someone's outer beauty, you asshole," I snap.

Fenris let out a bark of laughter. "She got you, bro. Maybe he likes her because her tongue carries as much of a bite as his," he suggested.

"Question," I interrupted. "Aren't like half or something of you guys supposed animals and one of you dead?"

"Our father's magic runs through our veins. We can do basic magic, shifting into humans forms, is an example," Sleipner informed me.

I nodded understandingly. "And because we're in the realm of the dead, Narvi can be here," I reasoned.

"Correct," the dead man whispered.

"So what happens next?" I asked.

"You go back," Hela said simply.

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "And what's the catch?"  I wondered.

"You will be bound to him," Sleipner told me.

"Excuse me?" My eyebrow's rose into my hair. "What do you mean 'bound'? I am I going to be tied up next to him all the time?" I asked.

A ghost of a smile passed Vali's lips. "No, when we say bound we mean that you two will have your life forces tied together."

"It's a tricky business," Jorgumand said. "We can cast a spell, but it will come with some side effects."

"When one of you gets sick, so will the other," explained Hela.

"But the same goes for death," whispered Narvi.

"Think of it as what you Midgardians might call Soul-mates," suggested Sleipner.

"Ohhh," I went. "Why didn't you start with that?" They looked at each other and shrugged. "But when you say Soul-mates, does that mean we can read each others minds?" I asked.

They all looked at each other in confusion. "No, of course not," Hela dismissed that idea in an instant. "Sometimes, you'll get strong emotions coming from Loki, but that will be all," she told me.

I let a small frown cross my lips, but it went away quickly. "So when do we start?"

They all stepped close to me in one motion. Creepy. "One. Two. Three," they all counted together.

They lifted their hands and a bright green light washed over me. I felt a burning sensation in my chest that brought me to my knees. "Jesus fuck!" I grew to the point where I was on my hands as well, spewing out curse words in any language that came to mind.

The last thing I heard before it all faded to black was Fenris muttering, "They're going to be so cute together."

To which Hela snapped back with a classic, "Pay attention!"

A/N-Sorry for having a short chapter, but the next one will be when she 'wakes up' and they all like talk again. The reactions are gonna be really funny in m opinion, but then again, I'm the author, I have to think everything I do/say/write is funny. Anyways, comment on who's reaction you think will be the funniest and which one of the team will just brush it off, like 'Whatever, seen weirder.'