Norse Code: Thor's Daughter

Chapter Fourteen

Thor POV

I sat back in my chair, contemplating what my daughter had just told me.  There was no way she could have heard from anywhere else.  That fight happened long ago, it wasn’t even in the history books from my world.  And as for the relic I took, besides from the creature I took it from, Loki is the only other person who knew about it.  I looked up at my peers around the room, they were all shaking their heads disbelievingly.  I then looked down at my dear Adda, she had her knees pulled up to her chest with her head resting on them.  She looked upset, like she knew I wouldn’t believe her.  I guess I’ll just have to prove her wrong then.  

 

Adda’s POV

“I believe you.” my dad told me, startling me out of my own thoughts.

“You do?” I asked him questioningly, Stark echoing my own words soon after. My father nodded his head,

“Yes, the only other person who could have known of that time is Loki and the enemy himself.”

Some part of me felt relieved, another part was still worried though.  If what my uncle said was true, then my fathers first enemy, the serpent called Jormungandr, would be out to get me and my mother. Although I had held my own in this fight, I still doubted my skills.  Loki could have told them not to hurt me, since he needed to give me a message. And here I was incapacitated by a stupid headache.  Well, I’d had enough of this freaking hospital bed.  

Without warning, I reached over and ripped the needle out of my arm.  Blood began to leak out as I unhooked myself as I detached myself from all of the monitors.

“Adda, what do you think you are doing child? You will only hurt yourself more.” my father said as he reached to restrain me.  I slapped his arm away and swung my feet over the edge of the bed, ignoring the throb of my head.

“I’m done being the weak one.” I told him simply.  My father didn’t object as I walked out of the room.  I had a feeling he had felt the same as me at one point of time.

I headed straight for the training room, determined to train until I collapsed in exhaustion.  I ran on the treadmill, the thing I hated the most for almost an hour before switching to punching bag. There started throwing the punches and kicks that Steve had taught me.  Ten minutes into that I felt someone step behind the bag and hold it steady.  I barely looked up, feeling his intense eyes on me and knowing it was Clint.  I finally houghed and stalked over the bench at the side of the room and took a swig from my water bottle.  Clint was the first to speak up.

“So, whats all the teenage angst all about? You always act like you're thirty-something.”

I sighed as he hit the nail on the head.  

“How do you deal with it? Being on a team full of superhero’s and not having any powers?” I asked him.

“Ah, you feel defenseless right? Like you can’t protect yourself, never-the-less the guy next to ya with the power to lift a car with his pinkie?” He asked.

I simply nodded my head as I looked at the floor.  

“I’m half asgardian with the god of thunder as my father, and I stand no chance against any supervillain he is associated with.” I replied.

Clint nodded his head understandingly, then he lifted my chin with his finger and made me look him straight in the eye.

“You need not be super, to be mighty.”