The God that Proved them Wrong (Thorki) Book 1 of 3

Chapter 23

 As I lift the casket in my hands, he screams behind me "Stop!" he demands.

 As a royal blue spreads from my fingertips like an icy fade, I gulp "Am I cursed?" after a long second, he replies with a simple 'no'. When I place they casket on it's pedestal, I gulp "What am I?"

 After a short hesitation, he replies "You're my son."

 I turn to face him, as the blue has covered my face "What more than that?" I ask as it starts to fade from my face. He doesn't reply as I start towards him "The casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?" I ask coldly.

 He looks at me with his regular unchanged face, only, his mouth opens slightly with heartache "No." He begins "In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple and I found the baby." he pauses forgot a second, before continuing "Small, for a giants offspring, abandoned, suffer, left to die." He pauses for another second, before completing "Laufey's son."

 I slowly look towards the steps, thinking for a second. If he took Laufey's son, and that baby was me? I'm "Laufey's son." I speak in disbelief, before looking to him for an answer.

 He nods weary of what I may do "Yes." he says shortly.

 I huff in look around, trying to process my lost ancestry "Why?" I ask, shakily the shock out of me, realizing the question in me "You were knee deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me?"

 "You were an innocent child." he tries to lie.

 "No." I point him out of the lie "You took me for a purpose." I huff in anger and confusion "What was it?" He stares at me with absolutely no answer "Tell me!" I scream in dismay.

 "I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day." he states, claiming truth be his words "Bring about an alliance. Bring about a permanent peace." he resights as I stare at him with hurt controlling my face "Through you..."

 "Wha?" I ask through my broken memories and relationships.

 After a moment, he insists "But those plans no longer matter."

 I stare at him in distrust "So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here, until you might have use of me?"

 "Why'd do you trust me words?" He asks.

 "You could have told me what I was from the beginning." I state, before asking "Why didn't you?" Tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

 "You are my son." He states as he stares down from the top of the stairs "I won't only to protect you from the truth."

 "What? Because I... I... I..." I struggle for word, before finding a term that seems accurate "I'm the monster parents tell their children about at night?" I argue.

 "Don't..." he begs, moving to take a seat.

 "You know, it all makes sense, now! Why you favoured Thor all these years!" I scream in anger, staring up the stairs "Because no matter how much you claim to love me," I lean over him as he leans against the stairs "you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!"

 Suddenly, he falls back, unconscious and I sit there, wait for him to get up. Only, he doesn't get up. When I touch his hand, I remember when this happened years ago. With a whine, I turn and scream for the guards "Guards! Guards, please help!"

 "That's harsh." Tony states as I cut the illusion "Daddy issues much?" he smirks as he leans against the window frame.

 "Well, I murdered my real father." I sigh and scratch my forehead "Put the adoptive one in an elderly home."