Duty or Love?

The Past

Authors Note// The OC character (Drala) and her own plotline is my own. Everything else belongs to Marvel and Disney. Enjoy XX 

Some people move away to forget the past. Some move away to run from things that haunt their dreams. Sometimes its for the worst and sometimes its for the best. My story is different. Haunted yes but not by things of nightmares. No, there are no monsters or demons in my tale, nothing that would make young children hide under their beds at night. My story is something not known in this land. I walk among the streets of my new home and everything in different. The people are different. The whole way of life is different. I came here to find my new self. Make a new start and I guess yeah to forget the past. But somethings can never be forgotten.

I was born under the rule or the mighty Allfather of Asgard. The world rejoiced at my birth and my name was known by all those in the nine realms. I was born to be a warrior, not just any warrior but the greatest warrior any had ever known. Stories of my fights were tales that didn't just cause hype in the tavern during a drunken story time, but were spread among the lands and praised me for my bravery and courage to defeat all enemies and make sure the peace in the realms would stay. Children of those of noble birth all the way down to those of the common folk would look up to me as their role model and wish to be like me and bring order and peace.

However, they only knew the good in my tale. Everyone prefers the good, that all anyone ever looks for. Its what makes the tales of heroes and villains the best ones. The Hero is perfect in everyone's eyes and can do no wrong, not to mention they always save the day and are praised by every reader. Whereas the villain is completely flawed and looked down upon by the same people who believe the hero to be their savior. What the readers forget is that the villain is not the only one who is flawed. I was the hero in my story, the warrior and the protector of all the innocent lives of Asgard and everyone looked to me to be that person. But I suffered greatly in silence. My mind was so confused, my emotions were mixed up like a chemical concoction about to explode. A question, that's all it took for me to feel like this. What was this question I hear you ask? Well it was a question I feel we all must ask at some point in our lives. What comes first: Duty or Love?

At first, my answer was duty. It had to be duty because I was born for a specific purpose. I was being trained for my purpose as long as I can remember. Learning the way of sword fighting and archery as well as magic and sorcery. I was legendary in the training ground in Asgard, defeating all who would come up against me including the almighty Thor. I was so picturesque stood in my gleaming polished silver battle armour engraved with the world tree Yggdrasill. My Navy tunic embroidered in gold leaves and pale green trousers stuffed into black riding boots. The sun shone blindingly off of my silver wrist bracers. Blond hair trailed down my back tied neatly into braids it then just reached my mid-back. My lack of helmet meant the whole of the training field could see the beautiful smile I would have on my face in any sort of danger. The smile that would soon hide so much hurt and heartbreak.

I was the lesser gender is Asgard. It seems so hard to say but I was true. Boys were always looked upon as the greater being. They were the fighters and the peacekeepers, and the girls were the crafters and the housewives. However, I didn't have a choice. My parent's difficulty in conceiving children meant that I was the rightful heir to my father's title 'Captain of the Asgardian Guard'. The first women to ever inherit the title. But as time went on, the birth of my brother Lylios meant my whole life would be taken from me, everything I ever knew. What I was born for, my purpose stolen and given to someone so small. My world came crashing, but one person was there to pick up the pieces.

He was always there for me even when we were small. The best of friends. His dark hair flowed in the wind and the golden armour he wore showed his large confidence and ego to the world. The classic smirk he constantly had on his well sculpted face shone his pleasure for mischief. He was everything to me, someone truly special. The times I spent with her were magical, quite literally as the friendship between us started with us both having magic and sorcery lessons with his mother Frigga. When purpose was given away so easily by my parents, he held me tight and made sure I was safe and well. I could never have deserved someone quite like him. Then I learnt another lesson. Don't take to long to tell someone how you feel. Despite us being best of friends, I always knew I wanted something more. My shyness got in the way and I never told him my true feelings, I never really understood them myself until I couldn't have him. He was given away to a true princess, not by blood but by nature. My world came crashing down twice as I watched him marry someone ten times more desirable the me. Everything I felt was worth living for was lost. You probably know who I speak of. His name is Loki, the Prince of Asgard, Odinson, the God of Mischief and Lies and my past.

After that I left Asgard to find myself anew. I gained a family again and gained friends that would always have my back. I put the past behind me but never truly forgot what had happened many years ago on. I would try to forget but at night when I was most vulnerable his face would cloud my dreams; a face living a happy life, a life without me by his side. Nevertheless, the past could never be undone, and I made the best choice by leaving. I gained a new purpose. I was no longer a warrior who would be known for violently and heroically killing the enemies, but I was a protector or the innocent lives that should never have their life taken away from the so menacingly.

My past was locked up in the deepest parts of my mind, but I was a fool to think it would stay there. Here I am today looking at a face that both brings back so much happiness and yet so much pain and heartbreak. My past coming back to bite me, sat in front of me as shocked as I am at seeing each other again. As he speaks my heart melts into a thousand shattered pieces as butterflies once again cloud my stomach. Will this be for the worst or the better.

"Drala?" he whispered.

He was here.

"Loki"