The burning came and this time it wouldn't stop. It spread from tattoos to all over my body like wildfire. I cried out in agony. Loki said something, but I couldn't make it out. The pain blinded everything; my eye sight, my hearing, my sense of smell.
I curled up and cradled my burning hand to my chest. It hurt. I wished it would stop. What was wrong with me?
"Help...please..." I whispered. I felt Loki trying to get me to uncurl. I refused to but he was stronger than me and I had no energy. I gingerly took my hand but even though it was gentle, it still hurt. Badly. Why wouldn't it stop?
Eventually the pain became so blinding, I passed out. Everything went black behind the fire of pain. Ouch.
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Hours later I woke up. But rather than a burning sensation, I was frozen. I blinked and then tried to move, but I couldn't. I growled a little and before I realized I was shackled, or something, down.
"She's spiking." Said an unfamiliar voice and then a discussion followed. I stopped struggling and looked around. I was in an unfamiliar place, I knew that much. Not Earth most defiantly. And then panic knotted in my stomach. Where was Loki? Where was I?
"Where am I?" I hissed and struggled some more.
"Miss Astrid, you are in Asgard." The guy said. My eyes widened.
"W-what?" I stuttered very shocked.
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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...
