The Pursuit For Freedom (a MCGA/PJO+HOO fanfiction)

'Child Of Loki' Is NOT a Curse

~Lina's POV~
Okay everyone, let's make something clear.
Being a child of Loki is NOT a curse.
Not at all.
Highlight that NOT.

If you think that it is, you're probably horrible people,
But I guess that people are horrible as a whole...

Let me explain why.

My parents died in a fire, but I managed to escape. That was when I was about 7 years old.
Since then, I've lived on the street.

One day, as I was walking throughout the small town, I heard shouts and... thunder?
How is that possible?, I thought.
Living on the streets required me to be smart for someone my age, and I knew that when there's thunder, there's thunder all over the place.

I decide to go check it out.

When I got there, I saw two men, both with ginger hair, but one was buff and had a beard, and the other one was scrawny with a mischievous look on his face.

I felt like I should know them.

Then, I saw the buff one send lightning at the other one, and I stood in front of him.
I held out my hand with my eyes shut tightly, just hoping that no one would die.

I laugh now at how innocent I once was.

But somehow, it worked.
The lightning was deflected.

The buff guy glared at me.
"This is our fight. Leave, mortal, or bear the consequences."

I mustered my best glare at him and stayed put.
"No one needs to die."

The man sighed. "This is the bad guy, as you mortals call it. You would have made a good hero if you weren't defending Loki."

Loki. Loki was the name of the one whose considered "bad".

"And what's your name?" I asked the man.

"My name is Thor Odinson", he said pridefully, "now move."
I shook my head no.

Then, I saw lightning gather around him, and everything went black.
I still have a scar on the forehead from that. (no, not a lighting-bolt-shaped scar like Harry Potter's, just a line. I usually hide it with my hair)

When I woke up, I was in a beautiful emerald colored room, fit for royalty.
The first thing I saw was the same man I tried to help.
Loki.

Since then, he raised me.
We found out that my dad was a frost giant who betrayed his king and ran away to Midgard, and that's where I got my powers from.

Loki adopted me, trained me, helped me, and was overall the best person I had ever met.

One fateful day, Loki raced into my room, the same emerald room I woke up in all those years ago, and whispered one word.

"Run."

I had no idea why, but I trusted him.
And so I ran.

He told me to never look for me, no matter what happened.

I tried to argue, but he pushed me from behind.

"Run", once again, was the only word spoken in the deadly quiet gates to Asgard.

After that, I lived on the streets in Midgard once again, and there wasn't a day I didn't think of my life with Loki, and how he was always so kind to me.
I was in deep depression.
I was sure he died.
And so I lived the rest of my life, until I saw a boy being beaten up in an alley by a bunch of thugs.
"Give us all your money", they yelled at him.
"I don't have any! I promise!", he squeaked.