Ashes  (MCU/Loki fan fic)

Ashes (MCU/Loki fan fic)

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Shivanaala, flame goddess. (Shiv- uh- nah- luh) Your name meant auspiciousness fire. You were the daughter of Surtr, ruler of Muspelheim. Fire giant. But you weren't so giant. Being looked down upon by your parents your entire life, you strives for greatness. You were one of the most powerful goddesses to be, but to them, you were a disappointment. You fought like a warrior before you were even fifteen, the training getting harder as you grew. You could out wit and out fight the best of the best, even at your small stature for a giant, no one was match for your skill. Soon, as your title grew, word of your rising spread through the nine realms. You were Shivanaala of Muspelheim, And you were burdened with glorious purpose.
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Before the fall of Asgard, before the skies burned and the world tree trembled, three siblings held the realms in balance. Thor, firstborn of Odin, whose thunder echoed across the nine worlds. Loki, silver-tongued and shadow-born, whose cleverness concealed a yearning heart. And Freyja, youngest of the three, who learned early that love could be both sanctuary and weapon. These children of Asgard grew together beneath golden spires-bound by blood, by loyalty, by a love that seemed unbreakable. Into their circle came Eirik Stenson, a warrior's son with honey eyes and promises sweet as mead. He became their companion, their trusted friend, and eventually, Freyja's beloved. What the gods did not know was that some hearts harbor darkness even while speaking of light. When betrayal comes, it shatters not just trust but worlds. The gates to ancient enemies are thrown open, and amidst the chaos and flame, it is Freyja who suffers most deeply. Her love was a gift freely given, now twisted into a blade she cannot remove. In her private sanctuary, hidden from all eyes, Freyja keeps a vessel of crystal and starlight-a jar containing fragments of all she has loved and lost. Every memory, every broken promise, every tear shed in the shadow of betrayal preserved like terrible treasures. Some call it dwelling in the past. She calls it remembering the cost of trust too freely given. Now, as enemies gather and the Tree of Worlds trembles, the gods face an impossible choice: forgive the unforgivable, or wield their broken hearts as weapons of war. For Freyja knows what mortals have forgotten-some wounds never truly heal. And some hearts, once broken, burn brighter than Muspelheim's eternal flames. *A tale of divine love, mortal betrayal, and the power of memory, inspired by "jar of hearts" by Christina Perri*

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