An Icy Iron (Editing Underway)

Chapter Six: Who's Child?

      I sipped my hot coffee and leaned agains't the kitchen counter. Yesterday had been an interesting day for both me and Emi.

      For the first time in her life, she'd been inside a clothing store, and what better place to shop for a teenage girl than Macy's? And why not? It had sold clothes that were both in style, and functional for Emi. Of course, while we were there, I was able to discover a few new things about her.

      She didn't like to wear movement constricting clothes, due to the fact she also seemed to like to run around most of the time back here at the towers. Not to mention the fact that she was attracted to the same few colors, and the colors she liked fit her well. They were always green, silver, gold, and black.

     When she had worn a green, short sleeve plaid shirt unbuttoned with a black tank underneath, and a dark pair of flare jeans, I had seen the characteristics explaining how she had been the little sister to Loki. The both of them had sinister, mischievous green eyes, and slender faces. The only difference that I could tell between the two was the fact that she was a girl, and she had long, wavy brown hair. It wasn't black, like his, not one bit. Black wouldn't fit her well, at least not in my eyes.

      If I could help it, I'd keep her from dying her hair. Hell, I had to explain that all to her yesterday at the department store. Her eyes had practically popped out of her head when she saw a young man walk by with blue hair. I don't think she'd even attempt to even think about dying hers.

     All of the sudden, a large thud came from the living room wall. I quickly set my coffee down and rushed around the corner to see what it had been. When I stopped, I practically had to kick myself to keep from staring. It had been to my surprise that there was Emi, rubbing her forehead lightly as she sat up. "Oh, jeez," I knelt beside her, having the sudden feeling to care for her if she had harmed herself. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, so I could see if she'd really hurt herself. However, the both of us seemed to stare at one another for a moment.

     Even after all this time, I'd not seen her in her true form until now. She was beautiful. Her skin was a perfect shade of blue, that seemed to comliment the coldness of her skin. On her face and neck were black markings that lined up and fell perfectly upon her. They had also been on her arms and her long legs. "Emi" I whispered as I got a look into her eyes, witch had apparently changed into and orange red color. How could she not have shown me this before?

     "I-I'm sorry," she frowned, pulling herself slowly to her feet. I followed as she tried to look away. It was as if she were trying to hide from my sight. "There's nothing to be sorry about Em" the words slipped out of my mouth and I couldn't help but continue. "The only one who should be sorry is me. It is rude to stare, but I just.... you are...." Now I couldn't find the words to say, and I felt like a total idiot. I wish she knew what I was thinking, although about a million thoughts ran through my head.

     "I didn't want you to see me like this." She frowned again, but this time she looked me in the eye. "I wish to kill Laufey... to run away from what I am...." she sighed and swallowed hard. It was easy to tell she didn't want to tell me, but had to. "Before he had left me alone in that desolate world that I was to inherit, I took pride in Jotenheim. It was my home... It was soon to be my land. But when he left me, I wanted to die. I was angry at myself, up until Odin had found me and took me in as his own. I spent many years with Thor and Loki... and Frigga." She seemed to choke on that word; that name.

     "Then I had been tricked by a witch, who had wanted me dead. By accident, she had sent me to midgar- I mean- Earth, the hard way. Upon arriving here, I had been badly hurt. For a week, I had been tended to by a nice woman. But then they came. I knew that the witch would do everything in her power to have me killed, so she had sent the midgardians to retrieve me. Everything went black until a day later, where I woke up in a bright, white room. They had been so cruel to me, Tony, they had been so cruel to me..." I watched as the tears welled up in her eyes, and then finally began to pour down her blue cheeks.