The Dark Saviour [14]

Chapter 4

"I see you've found the window," I looked back, seeing the God standing in the doorway. He seemed a lot less menacing than he had a few days ago. 

"Is that what this is?" I asked as he pulled up another chair, sitting beside me.

"You don't know what a window is?" he questioned, and I shook my head. I turned my attention back to the window, which was painted with oranges and pinks and purples.

"What are we looking at?" I asked, not turning away.

"A sunset. Asgard has--had the most brilliant sunsets in all the Nine Realms," he reminisced.

"Had? What happened?" I asked.

"Ragnarok. Surtur merged with the eternal flame and decimated all of Asgard," he explained.

"What about its citizens? What happened to them?" I asked.

"Most of them were killed when Thanos invaded our ship, in search of the Tesseract. The survivors are in Norway, I believe," he said.

"You believe?" I questioned.

"Well, I was dusted before I could find out what happened. You were, too," he explained.

"Thanos, Thanos, Thanos...the mad titan? Why did he want the Tesseract?" I inquired.

"To balance the universe. To do that, he needed the Infinity Stones. Evidentally, he succeeded but the Avengers stopped him," he said.

"Where am I and how did I get here?" I asked suddenly.

"You're on Midgard--or Earth--but I don't know how you got here. All I know is you left Svartalfheim a decade ago and wound up here," he said.

Left Svartalfheim. Shit.

"Did I do it?" I asked quietly.

"Do what?" he asked.

"My task--did I do it?" my hands were shaking slightly, and I could hear my heart beating.

"Oh, that. You tried. Odin nearly took your head off, but my mother saved you," he said.

"Well, next time I see her, I suppose I'll have to thank her," I said.

"That's the problem. She died ten years ago," he sounded sad like that emotional wound still hadn't healed.

"Oh. I'm sorry," I said quietly. "What happened?"

"I never found out, but she died when the Dark Elves invaded Asgard," he said.

"They what? Why?" I asked incredulously.

"My brother's human girlfriend, Jane, was infected with the Aether and he brought her to Asgard," he started.

"And the Elves wanted the Aether to return to Ginnugap so they invaded to retrieve it. Did they succeed?" I finished.

"No. Us two, plus Thor and Jane, went to Svartfalheim and got the Aether out of her and it was destroyed," he explained.

"I was there? Why don't I remember any of this?" I asked.

"Well, you've suffered brain damage and forgotten the last decade of your life," he said.

"But if this all happened a decade ago, why don't I remember?" I inquired.

"You were among the victims of the Snap and were dead for five years. You don't have any memories from that time period, so you've forgotten the past ten biological years, not chronological," he said.

"Do you know about my parents? My mom and dad? What happened to them?" I asked suddenly, and he frowned.

"They're both dead. They died about a month ago," he explained.

"Did you know either of them?" I asked.

"I was well acquainted with your mother, and I met your father briefly," he answered.

"...Are the Elves still out there?" I asked.

"No,"

But, for some reason, I didn't believe him.