I had a feeling this would be a long drive. I was correct. He was taking me to some forest to train. What was up with that? I sighed and looked at the car window and watched the scenery.
Soon, I decided to study his features. He had stunning green eyes, long black hair and high cheek bones. His pale skin illuminated his eyes and black t-shirt was little tight around his biceps. He looked at me and smirked. I blushed and looked away. I heard him chuckle softly. Winter was right, he was hot. I then scolded myself, I shouldn't be thinking that way.
I finally broke the silence.
"So why are my tattoos so important?" I asked. I heard him sigh.
"Because there was a prophecy called 'The Prophecy of the Woods.' And it's not referring to woods as in forest. Woods is a person and the prophecy said that the person would be marked with those exact marks on your wrist. Also, your last name is Woods." He said. He apparently did not want to go into detail because after that he stopped talking. I sighed and continued to look out the window.
We finally arrived at out destination, where ever that was.
"Why are we going into the forest?" I asked. Why would train in the forest? He started to walk and motioned for me to follow. I sighed and followed.
We walked for a while and a majority of our walk was in silence. I tried to avoid looking at him, but he was walking in front of me, so that was kind of hard. Evidentaly, we were walking through public hiking trails because we came across other people. That was awkward because I heard two older ladies say 'oh look at those 2! I'm glad to see young couples are getting out of the house these days.' I blushed because we were not a couple. Hardly friends more like, 'I have to be with him because he won't leave me alone.' Loki heard it too, because I heard him laugh and he turned his head to look at me, a smirk in his face, while I flushed a red color.
We soon arrived at a well secluded clearing in the woods.
"Today, we train here." He said. "We will start with hand-to-hand combat. I believe in training as we go, so," he said and got into a fighting stance. I sighed, I knew what I was in for. I readied myself for what ever was coming.
He jumped at me and I ducked. But that was kind of pointless because he suddenly appeared behind me and punched my back. I gritted my teeth. This was going to be painful.
"Focus!" Loki yelled. "Think about where your oppenent might move next!" I heard him come up behind me again and I punched him in the stomach.
"Better." he said before dissapearing again. This was going to be frustrating. He was always dissapearing and reappearing. Loki could evidently see my frustration because he laughed, and then attacked again.
After a few hours of that, Loki finally said we could stop. I was tired and beat, yet he seemed fine.
"Let's go." he said and started to walk off. I groaned a little, but followed. I wanted to go home and eat.
We finally got back to my car and I plopped down in the passenger seat. I buckled my seat belt and brought my knees to my chest. I heard him get into the car and start it. As he started to drive, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. After all, I was pretty tired.
I woke up to a burning feeling on my left wrist. I shot up and looked at my tattoos. They had never done this before. I cried out, it hurt a lot. That's when I suddenly realized, I wasn't in my car anymore. I was in my bedroom. I was about to say something, but a wave of pain flared on my wrist. I cluched it and cried out again, tears welling in my eyes. Suddenly Loki came running into my room.
"What...?" he started but, then he saw my wrist. He sat on the bed and grabbed my wrist, examining it. I winced as he touched it.
"I didn't expepct it to happen so soon..." he muttered. I was becoming more confused. I was also a little frightened. What was 'happening so soon?' The burning soon dulled and I was a little releaved.
"What's going on, please tell me." I wimpered. He sighed.
"Fine. I shall tell you."
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Prophecy of the Woods
FanfictionAstrid Woods was just a regular 23 year old living in New York City...or so she thought she was completely ordinary. She had strange markings on her left wrist. She didn't know what they meant, they had just always been and they never really matter...