Dame Fortune |thor|

PROLOGUE

"Nona! Good morning my dear! Happy four hundred and eighty third birthday!" I heard, turning from my vanity to glance up at my mother. She was always shining a beautiful gold, which made sense — what with her being the goddess of power.

Her smile warmed the room. I stood, careful not to knock my horns against the mirror. They weren't too large — small ram like horns that curled up out of my black hair.

"Thank you mama." She wrapped me into one of her loving hugs and I closed my eyes as I leaned into her.

"I can't believe it was just fifty years ago that you learned how to throw a dagger!" Her voice shook as she leaned back to look at me, her striking blue eyes brighter with tears. I smiled softly and rolled my eyes playfully.

"Mama, I am technically as old as you were when you started training to be queen. I don't want to leave either, but I just need-"

My mother cut me off, holding up a finger.

"I know. You want to find your father. He will love you." She wiped away a tear and took a deep breath before straightening.

"No more tears! Today is a beautiful day for a party and your aunts have planned many wonderful gifts!"

I giggled and reached up to adjust the tiara between my horns before nodding excitedly.

"I wonder what I got!" I cried and my mother giggled before walking towards my door. I followed closely and began listing in my head all of the presents I hoped to get.

Just as we were going to enter the great hall, I felt the room spin. I quickly crouched and wrapped my arms around myself. Visions of people's fates always had a big tole on me.

'-another!' The man cried and I heard a glass shatter. The people surrounding him cheered and raised their glasses in celebration. I watched through his eyes as he scanned the room before his eyes landed on a woman in armor. She had brown hair and a mischievous glint in her eye. The man walked forward and said something about his chambers before the room spun again.

The image was still from the point of view of the man. I could always tell when it was him. He carried himself in such a different way from the other people I have seen. I have never been able to catch his name, but I have always imagined him to have a powerful name.

'Don't you know? Loki-' That was all that was said before the man was punched swiftly in the face. The Pirate Angel, as I had come to refer him, didn't seem to enjoy people speaking ill of the one called Loki. The other person fell to the ground as the man stormed off and my vision came back to focus on the real world.

"Nona? Feeling alright?" I heard my mother ask as I came back to my present time.

I took a slow breath before nodding. After a few more seconds, my thoughts were collected and I stood, smiling.

"Yes mama. I just saw him again." I whispered, my voice shaking slightly from the wave of fatigue that suddenly washed over me.

Mama rushed forward and gripped my arm to hold me up as I wobbled slightly. I laughed breathlessly and tried to assure her I was alright, before the door to the hall was opened.

There stood my aunts.

The goddess of war, Bellona, was in another screaming contest with the goddess of victory, Nike, though I already knew who was going to win. Every one else did too, but they enjoyed the fight. I smiled at Bellona as she suddenly turned to us. Her warm brown eyes widened as she took in my slightly paled complexion before she waved off Nike.

"Forfeit! I win by default! Victory strikes again!" Nike cheered as I giggled.

Bellona almost stormed up to her again before her wife stepped forward. Even though we all were considered related, Bellona and Freya, the goddess of love, had been inseparable. I had asked them a few times why they loved each other so much and Freya responded they understood each other. She told me 'you fight for what you love and you love who you fight for.' Something I always kept in my mind in the hopes of finding my one true love.

"Nona, did you have another vision?" Freya asked and I smiled at her sweetly. I had always had a soft spot for Freya. But then again, I guess everyone did.

"Yes. About the Pirate Angel again." Mama stated, pulling me back to the conversation.

I nodded as Freya looked at me with a knowing smile. She had always looked at me that way when I spoke of the mysterious man with the beautiful voice.

"Well! I want cake! Let's get in there!" Nike yelled suddenly. I giggled as we followed them back into the hall.

The goddess of death, Hade, was in the same place as always, the corner. She liked to look on and watch everything. I waved to her as her eyes slid over to us and she nodded before turning her attention to the others.

Bellona rushed over to the gift table with Nike and picked up a present about the size of a loaf of bread, wrapped in beautiful green wrapping paper. She held it up to me and I gladly reached for it before my mother took it first.

"Presents after cake."

A/n hey yalll!!! I'm back with my shittt let's get this bread!

Anyway this chapter is actually not written by me — it was written by my amazing and beautiful and talented friend ship_show !! She's got a dope ass Loki fic that is def worth ready like I'm obsessed!

We were going to have her write this one, since the whole goddess of Fate thing with Thor was her idea but it was too difficult as this story is connected with my Peter Parker story so she handed it over to me :)

Half of the next chapter will also be written by Sierra so I just want to give her the credit she deserves for this amazing prologue 🥰❤️

Happy readings!!